| (verse 1) | |
| Fire descends from on high in the shape of a lion | |
| Burn the sacrifice of pride and ride on 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 cocaine | |
| False pride is suicide but you've got nothing to gain | |
| Babylon's buildings raise like flames | |
| Drowning in their champagne | |
| Explosion pulled the pin in the hand grenade | |
| Soul stain blowing up | |
| In your own domain | |
| Fire crackers ohh and aah | |
| But they never maintain | |
| (bridge) | |
| Fires burning | |
| Flames are dancing | |
| Don't burn the house down Lord | |
| Heavenly fire only resides on an alter made from the ground | |
| (chorus) | |
| Fire descends on high in the shape of a lion | |
| Burn the sacrifice of pride and ride on to Mount Zion | |
| (repeat 2x) | |
| (verse 2) | |
| One pair of eyes | |
| But see two different things | |
| One person cries but the other one sings | |
| You walk around like everybody owes ya 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 kind | |
| (bridge) | |
| (verse 3) | |
| Backpack's geting heavey, 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 morcels falling fire like rain | |
| (chorus) |