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Fire descends from on high in the shape of a lion
Burn the sacrifice of pride and ride on to Mount Zion
2x

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 ooh and ahh but they never maintain
Fire's burning, flames are dancing, don't burn the house down low
Heavenly fire only resides on an altar 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
2x

One pair of eyes; but see two different things
One person cries while the other one sings
Walk around like everybody owes you 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

Fire's burning, flames are dancing, don't burn the house down low
Heavenly fire only resides on an altar made from the ground

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's no time to tase what you ate
We should be grateful, got a plateful
Fire burns like ice morsels falling fire like rain

Fire descends from on high in the shape of a lion
Burn the sacrifice of pride and ride on to Mount Zion
2x

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 of the muzzle
Hate to ruffle feathers
Makin brothers struggle
Through the rough old concrete jungle
Briskan brussells step and shuffle
Stumble into trouble
Spirit rumble in the temple
Mumble nothing
Your should be more humble
In the continental all your bluff
You're puffin smoke, it's fundamental
In this ocean you're a pebble
Fire descends from on high in the shape of a lion   Burn the sacrifice of pride and ride on to Mount Zion   2x      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 ooh and ahh but they never maintain   Fire's burning, flames are dancing, don't burn the house down low   Heavenly fire only resides on an altar 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   2x      One pair of eyes; but see two different things   One person cries while the other one sings   Walk around like everybody owes you 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      Fire's burning, flames are dancing, don't burn the house down low   Heavenly fire only resides on an altar made from the ground      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's no time to tase what you ate   We should be grateful, got a plateful   Fire burns like ice morsels falling fire like rain      Fire descends from on high in the shape of a lion   Burn the sacrifice of pride and ride on to Mount Zion   2x      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 of the muzzle   Hate to ruffle feathers   Makin brothers struggle   Through the rough old concrete jungle   Briskan brussells step and shuffle   Stumble into trouble   Spirit rumble in the temple   Mumble nothing   Your should be more humble   In the continental all your bluff   You're puffin smoke, it's fundamental   In this ocean you're a pebble