[Intro]
Let me ask this question real quick, umm, as far as the Smif-N-Wessun and the name change and everything like that; now how did that come about? How did that evolve into the Cocoa Brovaz and everything like that?
That was jealousy, man, that's all that is, man (Jealousy, man)
Jealousy and ignorance, man
Yeah
Niggas got me stressed, man
Oh, just burn a spliff don't worry about that
[Verse 1: Professor X]
In my pink Cadi, I have a [?]
Uncle Sam arms men to kill in the 'hood
I make 'em snap it, test it
My choice of weapon
That Smif-N-Wessun, mmmmm
Try
Sue me for the namesake
Yo, who's pimpin'
Yo, who's pimpin' who?
[Verse 2: Steele]
I woke up in the morning, what did I see
Unknown faces starin' down at me
First thought was to flee
As fear overpowered me
Chlorophyll got me ready to black, I can't breathe
Niggas askin' me who's Smif and who's Wessun
We got you now we're lookin' for your partner cause you're messin'
With the incomin' currency
And frankly we don't give a fuck about your privacy
We been watchin' you for a while now
We know about the calls made back and forth down south
Word of mouth
You had your peoples workin' out
But I doubt you had 'em lookin' out
Cause we can pick 'em out
Now we got 'em listed on our internet systems
Know about the crimes and the names of all their victims
Even got the pinpoint spot of where you hang
You got big dreams comin' 'round tryin' to change things
[Verse 3: Jah Dan]
Let me sing
While they try to suffocate and stifle all of our intentions
The amount of suffarations, trial and tribulations, too much to
Mention
Well, tell them that we no 'fraid
We done have we brigade
From every corner, angle, and section
When I say Babylon going fall
I see dat inna me crystal ball
Them say they oughtta that's off the wall!
[Verse 4: Tek]
I got subpoenaed by the government the other day
I opened it and read it
It said they was suin'
Said I couldn't move the way that I was movin'
And I couldn't do the things that I was doin'
Causin' mass confusion with the name that we was usin'
Said they gun sales was conflictin' with our music
Sent me multi-paid contracts just to prove it
The trademarks on belt-buckles, shirts, and knives
Ain't that the most off the wall shit you heard in your life
Probably heard his junior singin' Mr. Ripper's in your area
Feel your heart skip a beat as I'm nearin ya
I'm hearin' ya
Askin' your seed, who is me
At the same time you break my classic CD
Runnin' to the phone callin' up Liebertz & Libertz
I had it up to here with these damn rap neegers
They even got my local boys sayin' that stuff
I want a draft complaint made up for a million bucks
[Verse 5: Steele]
I gotta letter from the corporate the other day
I open and read it
They said they was suin'
Somethin' about we was causin' confusion
Wanted me and my son to change the name we was usin'
Had our associates nervous
Suits tryin; to serve us
Got our investors actin' real shady tryin' to jerk us
Got Tek ready to break somethin'
Adrenaline stayed pumpin'
Say somethin'
I tell you why the frame won't even think nothin'
[Verse 6: Jah Dan]
Bad boy, we fed up of the bullshit
The stress? it make me have to roll a next spliff
[?]
Me see the whole of them come
They want them share but I know them soul deceive
The more you succeed that's when you see them greed
[?]
That's how me know the whole of Babylon fi fall down
[?] and if it be hail
We must prevail
[?] go send them letter well that is just junk mail
Tear that up and fling that 'pon the garbage pail
Me sing
Hell fell
Oh, well
I yell
Swell
We gonna send dem down a hell
Hell fell
Oh, well
I yell
Swell
We gonna send dem down a hell
With their rhetoric
We gonna send dem down a hell
And their politricks
We gonna send dem down a hell
And their statistics
We gonna send dem down a hell
[Vetrse 7: Professor X]
So you're hesitant
Where a brother quest to represent
I sense no hinder, gender, two-faced intent
In fact, cops signed the last government
Contract
Yeah, umm
So where's your first world war
Now presently on tour
Hardcore
Come on knockin' at your door
Your revolver took down many of '90's lords
Cut to that ad campaign, your gun stores
So they welcome your floor of a tribe called Cocoa
