"Heaven Down in Hell"  Parental Advisory genre: Vocal House
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	A trial, I was bored, decided to write a rap again, put it to some melodic beats, added a sample or two, and it didn't come out too bad... If you think it's cool, let me know.
	CD: Heaven and Hell   Label: DJ Mook Sound Productions Credits: DJ Mook
	Story Behind the Song This song is inspired not only by raves, but also the generation of today and the future of music. Lyrics Since da year 2 G been steady chillin' Y'all know dis trance shit iz what I'm feelin' Boomin' of da speakers, da lights, da ectasy Havin' a good time iz all dats in store fo me Left Thugz~n~Playaz 'cause da dollas wasn't stackin' Workin' my ass off but da rapper wasn't rappin' Dats in da past n I ain't eva lookin' back Makin' dope beats on my own iz where itz at So let me see all y'all bop yo head to dis shit Roll a blunt, light it up n take a hit Let yo mind reel from da drag dat you be tokin' Try to take it slow or ya know dat you'll be choken' High as a kite n you ain't eva commin down Thinkin' ya cool, but ya lookin' like a clown Poppin' all night, now your tweakin' you can tell Ya feel like your n heaven but your really down in hell There's a show, it's gonna be bangin' n it's today You grab your glowsticks, n your pills, you on your way Drive three hours to da show n da place iz packed Head thru da doo, n you hustle straight to da back Place iz a dump but da music's steady bumpin' Got da Turbosoundz n da music's constant thumpin' It'z got yo feet movin' n you neva wanna stop E's wearin' off, so acid's whatcha drop Ya feelin' pretty good, but ya know it ain't enough So ya diggin' in yo pockets for some mo of da stuff Ya pop dat shit too, but da stash iz gettin' low Ya need a drink of water so itz da bathroom dat you go Ya slowly look around, but ya know dat itz alight Ya friendz got da door, n security ain't n sight The scene iz dyin down n da beats iz gettin weaker So ya talk to ya friendz, chillin' by da speaker Feelin' kinda funny n you know you wanna leave Jus as you were goin' ders a tug on yo sleeve Police raid da party, so now you on da run Until ya spot a cop, n ya know he goota gun He sees your fucked up, n he throws ya in a cell Ya thought you were in heaven, but ya really down in hell

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