Fire Of Heaven / Altar Of Earth

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, yeah
 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 Champaign
 Explosion pulled the pin in the hand grenade
 Soul stain blowing up
 In your own domain
 Fire crackers ooh and aah
 But they never maintain
 Fires burning
 Flames are dancing
 Don't burn the house down, oh
 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
 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
 You walk around like everybody owes you something
 Take what you got, thank God 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
 Fires burning
 Flames are dancing
 Don't burn the house down, oh
 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 is no time to taste
 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
 Fire descends from on high in the shape of a lion
 Burn the sacrifice of pride and ride on to Mount Zion
 You should be more subtle
 You could keep your hustle
 Keep your laughing
 Keep your chuckle
 Flashing muscle brass knuckle
 Bust your bubble gum pop
 Take off the muzzle
 Hate to ruffle feathers
 Raking
 Struggle through the rubble
 Concrete jungle
 Brisk and brustle
 Slip and shuffle
 Stumble into trouble
 Spirit rumble in the temple
 Mumble nothing
 You should be more humble
 In the continental call your bluff
 Your puffin' smoke is fundamental
 In this ocean you're a pebble
 Fire's burning, flames are dancing, don't burn the house down low
 Heavenly fire, only resides, in an altar made from the ground