Hell's Cool Groove

[Verse] Dishin' out bars hotter than Satan's kitchen stove, Jazz notes dance in the air, saxophones in the groove, Onyx black night, trumpet-blare cut through the street, Haven folks and Hell's devils tappin' their feet. [Chorus] Groovin' on the edge, music's fire on the wire, Jazz rhythms in Heaven, devil's flames inspire, Upbeat, down deep, swingin' on high, Haven and Hell swayin', touchin' the sky. [Verse 2] Tip-tap the keys, piano spellcaster's hands, Cool cat in the corner, layin' down them grand plans, Bass line thick as the smoke that curls ‘round, Hell’s heat and Haven's cool, blend that soulful sound. [Chorus] Groovin' on the edge, music's fire on the wire, Jazz rhythms in Heaven, devil's flames inspire, Upbeat, down deep, swingin' on high, Haven and Hell swayin', touchin' the sky. [Bridge] Trumpets cry in the night, like seraphims fall, Drum beats echo from the abyss, demon's call, Saxes paint the night blue, fire glow red, Heaven’s halo shines, Hell's brimstone dead. [Verse 3] Rhyme schemes swift, flowin' quicker than light, Slingin’ fast words, breakin’ dawn from the night, In this jazz-infused purgatory, we fend, Haven's saints, Hell’s sinners, music bends.