Professor X - Off the Wall lyrics

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 n***as got me stressed, man Oh, just burn a spliff don't worry about that [Professor X] In my pink Cadi, I have a ????? Uncle Sam arms men to k** 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? 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 n***as 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 f** 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 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! I got suppenoed 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' ma** 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 sh** 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 cla**ic 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 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 a**ociates nervous Suits tryin; to serve us Got our investors actin' real shady tryin' to jerk us Got Tek ready to break somethin' I'm chillin' and stayed pumpin' Say somethin' I tell you why the frame won't even think nothin' Bad boy, we fed up of the bullsh** 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 'em all go hell (X2) With their rhetoric We gonna send 'em all go hell And their politricks We gonna send 'em all go hell And their statistics [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