[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 toolie in the glove

Uncle Sam arms deals kill in the 'hood

Homie come, steppin', testin'

My choice of weapon

That Smif-N-Wessun – hmm...

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 coming 'round tryin' to change things"

[Chorus: Jah Dan]

Let me sing

While they try to suffocate and stifle all of our intentions

The amount of sufferations, trial and tribulations

Too much to mention

But, 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 were 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 that gun sales was conflictin' with our music

Sent me multi-page contracts, just to prove it

With 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 Lieberts & Lieberts

"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 plush"

[Verse 4: Steele]

I got a letter from the corporate

The other day – I opened and read it

They said they was suing

Somethin' about we was causing confusion

Wanted me and my son to change the name we was usin'

Had our associates Nervous

Suits trying to serve us

Got our investors actin' real shady, tryin' to jerk us

Got Tek ready to bre'k somethin'

Adrenaline stayed pumpin', say somethin'

I'll tear you out the frame, won't even think nothin'

[Verse 5: Jah Dan]

Fed up, fed up a di way we fed up pon di bullshit

The stress – it make me have to roll a next spliff

Make spiritual may cause, but they dem what call no phone

How when mi laying down, me see dey all of dem come

They want them share, but I know dem soul deceive

The more you succeed, that's when you'll see dem greed

Try to displace somethin' dey know dey can't tear down

That's how me know the whole of Babylon fi fall down

No matter how dem behave, we must prevail

Dey go send dem 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 up fi send dem down ta Hell

Hell fell – oh, well

I yell, "Swell!"

Me up fi send dem down ta Hell

Da B.C.C. say – we up fi send dem down ta Hell

The Black Heart Jamaica massive – we me up fi send down ta Hell

With dem rhetoric – we up gon' send dem down ta hell

And dey politricks – we up gon' send dem down ta hell

All dey statistics – we up gon' send dem down ta hell

(Hell... oh, well...)

[Outro: Professor X]

So you're hesitant

With a brother quest to represent?

I sense a hidden agenda, two-faced intent

In fact, outside your last government contract...

Yeah... hmm... to wage the first World War?

Now, presently on tour

Hardcore

Come a-knockin' at your door

Your revolver took down many a '90's Moors

Cut to – the ad campaign, your gun stores

So I welcome the flow of a tribe called Cocoa

This be X (Oh, oh, oh, oh...)

Yo, cross your roads

A traveller is... what a traveler does