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Fire
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Reggae
Fire was released on March 29, 2005 by Penitentiary Records as a part of the album Burning Fire
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Release DateMarch 29, 2005
LabelPenitentiary Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM85

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sizzla
Sizzla
Vocals
Sly Dunbar
Sly Dunbar
Drums
Earl Smith
Earl Smith
Lead Guitar
Steve Golding
Steve Golding
Rhythm Guitar
Robbie Lyn
Robbie Lyn
Keyboards
Sky Juice
Sky Juice
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr Dread
Dr Dread
Producer
Dr. Marshall
Dr. Marshall
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Ha, yeah!
Naughty gyal, yuhself, ha
It's burnin' fire, it's a-burning
I spark those in the basement, marijuana is the medicine
And those on the pavement burnin' all the fuzz government
The man in trench got badged out, laid off
Says he got a bad dove, wanna get fatal
Look out, kid, it's often yuh guild, oh
Jah knows when, but yuh do it again
Know that down the alleyway, lookin' for a new friend
The man in them goons gettin' jabbed in them big pen
Wants 11 dollar bills, yuh only got ten
Magic comes fleet for the face, full of black suit
Doubtin' that heat up, blood's in the bag
But the phone starts, and well, how'd you say that?
Don't hear me say, they must've be in early-made
Own this from the DEA, yeah, we doubt it
Don't matter what you did 'em
Walk on your tiptoes, don't try, no, no center
Stay away from those that carry around firehouse
Keep on, clean out, watch those rain clouds
And you go adamant, do know which way the wind blows
Ha, whoa-i
Yuh get sick and get well, hang around, and ink well
Things fell, hard to tell if ever things bounce further
Try hard, get back, get back like brail
Get jay junk bed, don't stop, you don't fail
Look out, kid, yuh gonna get killed by users
Fleeters, sixth-time losers
All around tighters, girl by the world pool, lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders, watch yuh fuckin' leaders
Oh, get bought, keep one
Girls, come, lend the mask
Get dressed, get blessed, try to be a success
Pleasers don't please me, buggy burst it down sharply
20 years story, and I'ma the boot on all their shit
Well, look out, kid, they keep it all in
Yuh cry, but humble all times
Don't light yuhself on fire
Time to wear yuh sandals, set yuh vibe and standards
Don't wanna be a bum, get yuhself a condom
The pop don't work, 'cause the bond that sticks behind them cease
Huh, I spark those in the basement, marijuana is the medicine
And those on the pavement burnin' all the fuzz government
The man the trench got badged out, laid off
Says he got
Written by: Bob Dylan
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