Half Way Tree

Okay, remember to breathe

And one and two and three and bounce

And bounce, bounce, bounce, uh

It's like keeping a stage show and want the place fi done

Wha you do, call my management that walk wid 50 gun

Wha mi do, nah goin' go pon stage until me get me funds

Wha mi sing, one Jr. Gong what a hefty sum

Youngest veteran intercept di run

Artist a carry feelings and tears a run

Say you now, say a just true, him Bob Marley son

How him get a Swizz Beatz and you nuh get mi none

Wha mi sing, strictly ex amount of high grades sess mi bun

Wha mi sing, strictly only high grade princess mi bun

Politician well love push dem chest mi bun

Certain loud rowdy talking interest mi gun

Now mi come fi bun down all material object

Wid a raas claat golf chain 'round me neck

Me bun a fire pon di man weh love bitch and fret

And want every little detail intricate

Well, dem just can't believe or dem won't accept

Jr. Gong and Swizz Beatz, fassy don't forget

Well, is it just me or is it hot to death

It's the Halfway Tree C.D. and cassette

D.J. race a run on your make, get set

And watch everybody run to the record outlet

Tell me who C.D. do you think they get?

The one closest to the Bob Marley box set

And boom and anyhow you nuh feel me yet

Well, chances are you might soon go def

Me have a clip fully loaded and one select

Fi any boy weh nuh want show the Gong respect

All me shirt and shoes and pants me bet

Say a nuff D.J. haffi go starve to death

While dem girl read about me on the internet

But it's not their fault, don't get upset

Because dem can't touch me intellect

And boom dem can't even bounce a check

Well, you better rest your drinks pon a serviette

And gwon bounce around until you sweat

Okay, remember to breathe

Uh, and one and two

So gwon, bounce, just bounce, bounce, bounce

(Bounce, just gwon bounce, bounce, bounce)

Gwon, bounce, bounce, bounce

Just bounce, bounce

So return to di venues you used to fill

And return to the ends where you used to chill

I know them putting punks up on over kill

Wid some everyday tune, I refuse to build

Now you've been waiting patiently until boom

A mi name Jr. Gong and still, boom

Riddem a bounce and you can't stand still, boom

See it deh now your drinks a spill

You have some D.J. think dem shoot to kill

'Cause dem spar wid, a couple thug youths weh will

Wait till dem lickle chumpas, dem have draw nil

Ah di same thug, ah climb through dem windowsill

And, anyhow you no pay di bill

Well, dem could a find you a Sligoville

You better mind how you used your talent and skill

Till you hear man a bruh down your burglar grill

Well, it's from baby pram in to stroller dem

We rock mics anywhere, we get a hold a dem

Wid di Muffin looking over, we shoulder dem

Better read out all mi portfolio dem

Well, it's roots and branches, sticks and stems

A di Halfway Tree and it a murder dem

Ghetto youths, one fam, you never heard a dem

Dangerous nightlife observer dem

So just bounce, bounce, bounce wit' me

Big man, big woman and pickney

(Feel no pain when di music hit me)

(Find all a Gyal weh fit me, aye)

Keeping a stage show and want the place fi done

Wha you do, call my management that walk wid 50 gun

Wha mi do, nah goin' go pon stage until me get me funds

Wha mi sing, one Jr. Gong what a hefty sum

Youngest veteran intercept di run

Artist a carry feelings and tears a run

Say you now, say a just true, him Bob Marley son

How him get a Swizz Beatz and you nuh get mi none

Wha mi sing, strictly ex amount of high grades sess mi bun

Wha mi sing, strictly only high grade princess mi bun

Politician well love push dem chest mi bun

Certain loud rowdy talking interest mi gun

Now mi come fi bun down all material object

Wid a raas claat golf chain 'round me neck

Me bun a fire pon di man weh love bitch and fret

And want every little detail intricate

Well, dem just can't believe or dem won't accept

Jr. Gong and Swizz Beatz, fassy don't forget

Well, is it just me or is it hot to death

It's the Halfway Tree C.D. and cassette

D.J. race a run on your make, get set

And watch everybody run to the record outlet

Tell me who C.D. do you think they get?

The one closest to the Bob Marley box set

Well, dem just can't believe or dem won't accept

Jr. Gong and Swizz Beatz, fassy don't forget

Well, is it just me or is it hot to death

It's the Halfway Tree C.D. and cassette

D.J. race a run on your make, get set

And watch everybody run to the record outlet

Tell me who C.D. do you think they get?

The one closest to the Bob Marley box set

So just bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

Bounce, bounce, gwon, bounce

Bounce, bounce, bounce

Bounce, bounce, bounce