Sire, never tire, call me Messiah
I walk bare foot on hot coals full on fire
The type to floss the teeth, with barb wire
The type to cross the street, in the cross fire
Survivor, not stuck in a job, metaphysical
Go ask your mother, yeah, do what you wanna do
Got it rapped up, got it cracked up
Get your hands high, up in the air before you get slapped up

You know I get down and dirty when it's time to set it
Now you hear it now you know

Sire, never tire, call me Messiah
I walk bare foot on hot coals full on fire
The type to floss the teeth, with barb wire
The type to cross the street, in the cross fire

People have different names for God all around the world
They call him Allah, Jehovah, Yahweh
I call him, "The Man Who Lives in the Clouds"
Kinda keeps him on my mental level that way
I have an understanding with God
I don't understand him; He doesn't understand me
And we have a nice arrangement
I don't ask for anything I don't need; He doesn't give me anything I don't want
The Man Who Lives in the Clouds

Sire, never tire, call me Messiah
I walk bare foot on hot coals full on fire
The type to floss the teeth, with barb wire
The type to cross the street, in the cross fire
Survivor, not stuck in a job, metaphysical
Go ask your mother, yeah, do what you wanna do
Got it rapped up, got it cracked up (Sire [2x])
Get your hands high, up in the air before you get slapped up

Sire, never tire, call me Messiah
I walk bare foot on hot coals full on fire
The type to floss the teeth, with barb wire
The type to cross the street, in the cross fire

Now you hear it now you know