AxoGod: Heaven Or Hell

[Etherveil~Collective]

boom bap, underground hip hop, industrial glitch rap

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Lyrics by  @nasty343  © 2025
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[Opener]
Yessa, yessa...
AxoGod.

Look around.
Everybody talkin'.
Nobody sayin' nothin'.

[Verse 1]
Same mannequins marchin' through the avenue,
same rented attitude, same copy-paste residue.
Everybody yellin' "culture", everybody claimin' "real",
but the soul got replaced by algorithms and appeal.

This ain't rebellion, it's a product in disguise,
factory-made personas sellin' factory-made lies.
Everybody wanna lead, nobody wanna build,
everybody got a platform, nobody got a will.

The timeline overflowin', every trend another stain,
people see the fire spreadin', still pretend it doesn't reign.
Too scared to name a problem, too scared to stand alone,
fragile self-worth built from pixels and a phone.

[Hook]
Heaven or Hell.
Pick a lane, ring the bell.

Paint outside the frame again,
break the mold, don't play pretend.

Heaven or Hell.
No excuse left to sell.

Move your feet before you rust,
earthling, build or turn to dust.

[Verse 2]
Yessa, let's talk history, not the costume rack,
y'all borrowed the image but never traced the track.
Rock the chains, rock the slang, rock the vintage cap,
but never walked the roads where the culture fought back.

Hip-Hop wasn't born inside a boardroom pitch,
it came from broken systems, hunger, pressure, grit.
Now everybody scream "legend" for a couple clicks,
treat the roots like decoration on some trendy shit.

You want the crown? Learn the names beneath the gold.
Study every voice that refused to do what they were told.
I ain't gatekeepin', I'm remindin' what got sold:
Respect the scars before you profit from the soul.

[Hook]
Heaven or Hell.
Pick a lane, ring the bell.

Paint outside the frame again,
break the mold, don't play pretend.

Heaven or Hell.
No excuse left to sell.

Move your feet before you rust,
earthling, build or turn to dust.

[Verse 3]
Work, sleep, repeat, forty years inside a cage,
clock punch, age up, disappear without a page.
Everybody chasin' numbers, everybody chasin' gold,
then the curtain finally closes and you leave it all cold.

Long silence ain't wisdom.
Sadness ain't a crown.
Isolation ain't depth,
it's a hole that drags you down.

Go outside.
Make memories.
Risk lookin' absurd.

The greatest stories ever lived
started with a single word.

[Bridge]
Yeah, life swings.
Paradise one day.
Inferno the next.

That's the contract.
That's the test.
That´s the end.

[Verse 4]
You won't win every battle,
that's the oldest law alive.
But losin' ain't the same thing
as refusin' to survive.

Late awakenings still beat
eternal sleepwalk dreams.
A broken compass still got value
when you're searchin' for extremes.

So stand up.
Speak up.
Build somethin'.

The world's already loud enough.
Make it mean somethin'.

[Hook]
Heaven or Hell.
Pick a lane, ring the bell.

Color outside every line,
make the future yours, not mine.

Heaven or Hell.
No excuse left to sell.

AxoGod said move right now—
or stay asleep and miss the crown.

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(-̀ᴗ-́)و ̑̑ [Etherveil~Collective] (-̀ᴗ-́)و ̑̑ ✧✦═══⊰ - ⊱═══ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧ -> !! Beat and Instrumental by Nasty !! <- -> !! Vocals by AxoGod!! <- -> !! Songtext Design by Nasty / AxoGod !! <- -> !! Mastering and final production AxoGod !! <- ✧✦═══⊰ - ⊱═══ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧ Wir haben eine Deutsche Community für Suno Artisten aufgebaut. Wir sind die StorytellerZ und Du findest uns im Discord unter: https://discord.gg/pm6JQjxFcU !! Über 1000+ Aktive Mitglieder !! ✧✦═══⊰ - ⊱═══ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧ Lyrics by @nasty343 © 2025 ------------------------------------- [Opener] Yessa, yessa... AxoGod. Look around. Everybody talkin'. Nobody sayin' nothin'. [Verse 1] Same mannequins marchin' through the avenue, same rented attitude, same copy-paste residue. Everybody yellin' "culture", everybody claimin' "real", but the soul got replaced by algorithms and appeal. This ain't rebellion, it's a product in disguise, factory-made personas sellin' factory-made lies. Everybody wanna lead, nobody wanna build, everybody got a platform, nobody got a will. The timeline overflowin', every trend another stain, people see the fire spreadin', still pretend it doesn't reign. Too scared to name a problem, too scared to stand alone, fragile self-worth built from pixels and a phone. [Hook] Heaven or Hell. Pick a lane, ring the bell. Paint outside the frame again, break the mold, don't play pretend. Heaven or Hell. No excuse left to sell. Move your feet before you rust, earthling, build or turn to dust. [Verse 2] Yessa, let's talk history, not the costume rack, y'all borrowed the image but never traced the track. Rock the chains, rock the slang, rock the vintage cap, but never walked the roads where the culture fought back. Hip-Hop wasn't born inside a boardroom pitch, it came from broken systems, hunger, pressure, grit. Now everybody scream "legend" for a couple clicks, treat the roots like decoration on some trendy shit. You want the crown? Learn the names beneath the gold. Study every voice that refused to do what they were told. I ain't gatekeepin', I'm remindin' what got sold: Respect the scars before you profit from the soul. [Hook] Heaven or Hell. Pick a lane, ring the bell. Paint outside the frame again, break the mold, don't play pretend. Heaven or Hell. No excuse left to sell. Move your feet before you rust, earthling, build or turn to dust. [Verse 3] Work, sleep, repeat, forty years inside a cage, clock punch, age up, disappear without a page. Everybody chasin' numbers, everybody chasin' gold, then the curtain finally closes and you leave it all cold. Long silence ain't wisdom. Sadness ain't a crown. Isolation ain't depth, it's a hole that drags you down. Go outside. Make memories. Risk lookin' absurd. The greatest stories ever lived started with a single word. [Bridge] Yeah, life swings. Paradise one day. Inferno the next. That's the contract. That's the test. That´s the end. [Verse 4] You won't win every battle, that's the oldest law alive. But losin' ain't the same thing as refusin' to survive. Late awakenings still beat eternal sleepwalk dreams. A broken compass still got value when you're searchin' for extremes. So stand up. Speak up. Build somethin'. The world's already loud enough. Make it mean somethin'. [Hook] Heaven or Hell. Pick a lane, ring the bell. Color outside every line, make the future yours, not mine. Heaven or Hell. No excuse left to sell. AxoGod said move right now— or stay asleep and miss the crown.

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