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