Blood, blood, blood, blood, and fire
Blood, blood, blood, and fire (oh, mercy Lord!)
There is no more water to out the fire
There is no more water to out the fire
Let it burn, let it burn
Let it burn, burn-burn
Blood, blood, blood, blood, and fire
Blood, blood, blood, blood, and fire
If I sow, I saw
There is no more water to out the fire
There is no more water to out the fire
Let it burn, let it burn
Let it burn, burn, burn
Judgement has come and mercy has gone
All weak heart shall lick up and spit up
Judgement has come and mercy has gone
All weak heart shall lick out and spit out
Let it burn, let it burn
Let it burn, burn, burn (blood, blood, blood, and fire)
Rasta hail
Blessed is the pipe that is always light
In the house of Jah Rastafari
Blessed is the weed of the ganja seed
That give bredren the ganja breed
Blood and fire, make it burn, bredren
All weak hearts shall lick up and spit up
And all righteous shall stand
Hail, Rasta hail and wail
Hail, Rasta don't quail
Blood, blood, blood, blood, and fire
Blood, blood, blood, blood, and fire
(Let it burn, let it burn)
(Let it burn, burn, burn)
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