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 raise like flames

Drowning in their champagne

Explosion pulled the pin in the hand grenade

Soul stain blowing up

In your own domain

Fire crackers 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 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

You 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 kind









Backpack's geting heavey, 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