Letras
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