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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Phillip James
Phillip James
Keyboards
Sean Diedrick
Sean Diedrick
Keyboards
Phillip Winter
Phillip Winter
Synthesizer
Cut Chemist
Cut Chemist
Scratches
Dennis Brown
Dennis Brown
Sampler
Winston Boswell
Winston Boswell
Sampler
Sly Dunbar
Sly Dunbar
Sampler
Robbie Shakespeare
Robbie Shakespeare
Sampler
Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley
Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley
Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley
Songwriter
Stephen McGregor
Stephen McGregor
Lyrics
Dennis Brown
Dennis Brown
Composer
Sly Dunbar
Sly Dunbar
Composer
Robbie Shakespeare
Robbie Shakespeare
Composer
Wayne Marshall
Wayne Marshall
Lyrics
Winston George Boswell
Winston George Boswell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Damian Marley
Damian Marley
Producer
Marc Lee
Marc Lee
Recording Engineer
Gennaro Schiano
Gennaro Schiano
Recording Engineer
David Kutch
David Kutch
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Here we go
My big ego is gonna get me in trouble
Tryna play hero
My jeans can't tight like Michael Phelp's speedo
We no play follow fashion when we lead out
Now looky here, my big ideas
Gonna get me in trouble now amongst my peers
But have no fear, no bother cry tears
You're just miles ahead when I'm ahead lightyears
[Verse 2]
(Here, here I go again)
Gong originally, run fi the grand finale
(Have no fear for it is only I)
I do it regularly
Through every hill and valley
(I'm here to teach you only truth)
It's mister warm and easy
Somebody, please believe me
(For the things you do, Jah is watchin' you)
[Verse 3]
Man a wah do some likkle bomboclaated
We feel like them big 'cause dem album charted
Well all bad card will be disregarded
No punk cyaan finish what Bob Marley started
Gong to the zilla, I'm the don die-hearted
Anywhere me go, dem roll out red carpet
Some man a-buy car and no house fi park it
Nah unify, dem selfish like market
Dem sell out dem souls just to be rewarded
Bleach out dem skin, dem favor dead to rahtid
Soul too corrupt and dem blemish and faulted
Real Rasta man, we cannot be outsmarted
Gong's not the one fi a boy take chance with
Ancient Nazarite, we make the Red Sea parted
Provide the harvest, in drought and shortage
With Jah by my side I've got all advantage
[Verse 4]
(Here, here I go again)
Gong originally, run fi the grand finale
(Have no fear for it is only I)
I do it regularly
Through every hill and valley
(I'm here to teach you only truth)
It's mister warm and easy
Somebody, please believe me
(For the things you do, Jah is watchin' you)
[Verse 5]
So buy your tickets to the show, get there early, grab a seat
The real Gong is in the house
Everythin' is counterfeit
If I have not been around
It's a part of my mystique
I've ben busy so to speak
I've been winnin' on the streak
I've been feelin' Wednesday surrounded by the week
Be strong alone, continue, fi di justice where we seek
So doh follow some DJ cah dem swimmin' up a creek
Dem inna deeper shit when time dem and dem a-maker meet
And if you buy the bullshit then don't lose your receipt
Them bound fi self destruct, mi ago love dem, make you see it
Dem sow what dem a-reap
Dem think say Jah no seat
When the stage show a full demon and the club dem full a freak
And the dance hall full of pagans and dance like dem a Greek
Dem rank and em a reek
Dem pop down one a week
Dem always over dweet
But turn the other cheek
The earth is for the meek
[Verse 6]
(Here, here I go again)
Gong originally, run fi the grand finale
(Have no fear for it is only I)
I do it regularly
Through every hill and valley
(I'm here to teach you only truth)
It's mister warm and easy
Somebody, please believe me
(For the things you do, Jah is watchin' you)
[Verse 7]
Me do a thousand video shootin' ten thousand chariot
Hundred thousand photo shoot and million radio drop
Mi DJ till me hoarse, a-welcome people to the rock
You think a silver spoon or like it drop inna mi lap
Me sign a billion autograph
Up to now the tour no stop
Trade privacy for privilege
It balance when it swap
Tony Rebel say a reggae put Jamaica pon the map
Who am I to disagree when I've been reapin' up the crop
My first release was '93 when dem a feed pon Similac
First Grammy at twenty three, tell me which one of dem do that
Another tour at twenty seven
Add it up and do the maths
The weight weh dem a carry that no heavy like me locks
I'm a veteran, the youngest to be exact
Ghetto people love me bad, I'm guessin' opposites attract
Uptown me born and grow
Stony hill to mark the spot
Big Gong to the zilla and return of the Mac
Written by: Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley, Dennis Brown, Robbie Shakespeare, Sly Dunbar, Stephen McGregor, Wayne Marshall, Winston Boswell
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