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When I Get to Heaven (I Don't Want a Halo)
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A song about a certain popular Xbox game
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madcrasher is a white, Christian rapper who considers himself as much an electronica producer as a hip-hop artist. He tends to explore lyrical depth while maint
There's a whole lot of fakers and copycats out there. Everyone and his brother's trying to be the next big white rapper. What makes you think I'm any different, meh? As John Reuben so nicely put it, "I really know there's nothing new under the sun, but yet, I want to do it like it's never been done." So have some fun, download some songs, and drop me an e-mail and tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is appreciated, and if you're interested in joining forces, I can arrange that.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Christian Rap
Charts
#140,304 today Peak #924
#3,651 in subgenre Peak #46
Author
Evan Hildreth
Rights
2005
Uploaded
March 29, 2005
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MP3 2.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
A certain X-Box game is very popular on my hall here at Furman. This song is essentially about college downtime and is lovingly dedicated to the guys on McGlothlin 100 at FU.
Lyrics
[useless jabbering] Life is a little bit random. Case in point: Walk down the hall, it's about 9 p.m. Stuff I should be doin's not in my head My good half says "Shouldn't stay up late" Okay, one hour, then I'm going to bed Oh, who am I kidding, what's the chance of that? I mean, seriously, this is me you're talking about. Respawn, turn around, Get shot. It's expected. Run out for a late Krystal burger or three Hot Krispy Kreme doghnut's good enough for me Walk down, play a couple rounds of a game Named after something floating over an angel's head. Head out to the house of waffles But now I got syrup all over my pants... heh Respawn, turn around, Get sniped. (What?) Just so you know, I'm not the best around Scratch that, don't think I've even won a round Of this game that everybody seems to play Six hours each night and six hours each day. A wimpy little gun that shoots pink needles Keeps the aliens away? Respawn, turn around, Assassinated. (What?) [useless jabbering about C.S. Lewis] So it goes down like this every single day Walk down, looking for a cool place to play Small TV, and the speakers are shot Oh, what am I saying is that it's not Not everything that's anything that goes And goes in circles and circles and squares and Respawn, turn around, junk-- Andrew's got the sword! (What?) Do I dare try to make sense out of this rhyme Or do I just let it slide off the road this time Mix up with all the rainwater storm drain capacity Overflow the underground turn and laugh at me As I make faces in wierd little places And all of this stasis is blowing up laces Respawn, turn around, Beat down. (What?) [useless jabbering as the song fades out]
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