Fire descends from on high in the shape of a lion
Burn the sacrifice of pride and ride on Mount Zion
Fire descends from on high in the shape of a lion
Burn the sacrifice of pride and ride on Mount Zion

Rub me the wrong way, taking the highway
Rubbing sticks together but your fire's man-made
Capitalize on hot air, soar like an airplane
Yearn to rise in the sky quick high like cocaine
False pride is suicide but you've got nothing to gain
Babylon's buildings rise like flames
Drowning in their champagne
Explosion pulled the pin in the hand grenade
Soul stain blowing up
In your own domain
Firecrackers ohh and aah
But they never maintain

Fires burning
Flames are dancing
Don't burn the house down, Lord
Heavenly fire only resides on an alter made from the ground

Fire descends from on high in the shape of a lion
Burn the sacrifice of pride and ride on to Mount Zion
Fire descends from on high in the shape of a lion
Burn the sacrifice of pride and ride on to Mount Zion

One pair of eyes
But see two different things
One person cries but the other one sings
Walk around like everybody owes ya something
Take what you got, thank G-d for all that life brings
The poor man has it all but not content with anything
While the rich man's hands are empty but he's sitting like a king

Backpack's getting heavy, moving at a steady pace
Carrying bricks on your shoulders and lead around your waist
Making way, run in haste
There is no time to taste what you ate
We should be grateful, got a plateful
Fire burns like ice morcels falling fire like rain

You should be more subtle
You could keep your hustle
Keep your laugh and shuffle
Flashing muscle, brass knuckle
Bust your bubble, goin' pop
Take off the muzzle
Hate to ruffle feathers
Makin brothers struggle
Through the rough old concrete jungle
Brisk and brustle step and shuffle
Stumble into trouble
Spirit rumble in the temple
Mumble nothing
You should be more humble
In the continental all your bluff
You're puffin smoke, it's fundamental
In this ocean, you're a pebble