Matisyahu - Fire Of Heaven / Alter Of Earth lyrics

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 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 c**aine False pride is suicide but you've got nothing to gain Babylon's buildings raise like flames Drowning in their champagne, explosive Pull the pin in the hand grenade Soul stain blowing up in your own domain Fire crackers ooh and ah but they never maintain Fires burning, flames are dancing Don't burn the house down 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 while 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 heads are empty But he's sitting like a king Fires burning, flames are dancing Don't burn the house down 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 waste 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 laugh and shuffle Flashing muscle, bra** knuckle Bust your bubble, going pop Take of the muzzle Hate to ruffle feathers, making brothers struggle Through the rough old concrete jungle Briskan Brussells step and shuffle Stumble into trouble, spirit rumble in the temple Mumble nothing, you should be more humble In the continental all your bluff You're puffin smoke, it's fundamental In this ocean you're a pebble Fires burning, flames are dancing Don't burn the house down Heavenly fire only resides On an altar made from the ground