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