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Matisyahu( Matthew Paul Miller )
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Fire Of Heaven/Altar Of Earth
Lyricist:Matthew Miller, Josh Werner
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 cocaine 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
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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, brass 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
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