[Lyrics] Fhiyahshua – Herbs Calogne

Fhiyahshua – Herbs Calogne
Album: Ghetto Life | Single: Herbs Calogne
Genre: Dancehall, Reggae, Roots, Fusion, One Drop …

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A1 – Orginal & A2 – Remix
written by: Andy Jackson
composed by: Carlinton Morrison
recorded by: Kingston Hammer Music
mixed by: Carlinton Morrison
produced by: Frank Faruk Akilli
vocalists: Fhiyahshua
label: caribbean palm records
(c) + (r): 2012 faruk akilli – ffa music publishing

[INTRO]
Fhiyahshua the burning bush.
Why fight against a natural creation,
created by the most high,
burn it and red up your eyes.

[REPEAT-CHORUS-]
First bar
Herbs coming from my jaw bone, into my hormone
Blase my challis, vaine stiffen in my collar bone
I don’t matter, they most leave us alone
Cause i know, they know, the herbs natural, it don’t clone -[twice]-

[-FIRST-VERSE-]
First bar
My herbs natural, like my cherry tree, natural like my ackee tree
Natural like my leaf of life, natural like my sersy
You got asthma, use the leaf and boiled tea
It cure glucoma, so that you can see
Put it in my kalaloo, steam it in my cabbage
Rasta man stew, i tell you ital porrige
Bring it from country, in my four runner carriage
Babylon a try chase, they couldn’t manage

[-CHORUS-]

[-SECOND-VERSE-]-
First bar
My herbs natural no cover version, didn’t warn by no surgeon
not drinking no burban, fhiyah in is turban
Just give me the herb man, want to calm down my nerves man
Not going round no curve man, i a observe woman
Healing of the nation,go read revelation
come to burn out pagan,and run away satan
Just leave my base man,not running for you to chase man
Man a lion,you most be ape man,seek some salvation

[-CHORUS-]

[THIRD-VERSE-]
First bar
Not drinking no rum, so my heart string can’t cut
Not smoking no ciggerette,so don’t look for no but
Gage up the challis,load up the cup
Because no hard drugs, fhiyahshua don’t touch
When you see my eyes red never think smotty
Half pound of herbs,we just burn in the khochie
And some veggetables it’s steaming in the dutchy
Brown rice a steam, no, it never plucky

[-CHORUS-]

[-FIRST-VERSE-]
First bar
My herbs natural, like my cherry tree, natural like my ackee tree
Natural like my leaf of life, natural like my sersy
You got asthma, use the leaf and boiled tea
It cure glucoma, so that you can see
Put it in my kalaloo, steam it in my cabbage
Rasta man stew, i tell you ital porrige
Bring it from country, in my four runner carriage
Babylon a try chase, they couldn’t manage

[-CHORUS-]
[CHORUS-repeat]
[REPEAT ALL OVER]
-THE END-

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