🥁 Drummers Heaven [Hook – Anthem Chant] Welcome to Drummers Heaven, where the rhythm never dies, Paradiddles in the clouds, double strokes up in the skies. Every chop a holy thunder, every roll a golden prayer, Snare lines echo through the heavens — every drummer’s welcome there. [Verse 1 – Rapid Fire] Snap to the pad with the ratamacue, hands move quick like the rudiments do, Paradiddle in the middle when I riddle with a rattle, every pattern finna scatter when I’m hittin’ that groove. Ghost notes float, flam taps crack, drag roll rain with a double stroke stack, Kit go crazy, hi-hat hazy, crash cymbal thunder make the snare line blaze me. Stick flip fire, flick wrist higher, triplet fill run quick like a choir, Swiss triplet with a twist in it, heaven got a list and the drummers all infinite. No audition, no block, no fail — bass drum pound like a hammer to a nail. Heaven is the pocket, groove is the crown, every beat eternal, never slowing it down. [Hook – Rapid Hit] Welcome to Drummers Heaven, where the rhythm never dies, Paradiddles in the clouds, double strokes up in the skies. Every chop a holy thunder, every roll a golden prayer, Snare lines echo through the heavens — every drummer’s welcome there. [Verse 2 – Faster Flow] Buddy and Clyde, they ride with sticks, Tony’s ride swing vibe, Questlove scripts, Legends collide in the sky with licks, every fill hit sick like heaven on kits. Flam drags rain with the holy tone, double paradiddle like a stepping stone, Chops so fast they could crack the dome, roll so clean it could shake the throne. Grip that stick, flip that wrist, rimshot pop with a heavenly twist, Floor tom thunder, bass drum kick, rudiment flame with a ratamacue lick. Drumline fire, tenors scream, every bar coded in a drummer’s dream, Hands so quick like a laser beam, rhythm in the soul, everlasting theme. [Bridge – Break Section] Sticks collide like lightning flash, snares ignite, cymbals crash, Groove don’t fade, tempo dash, fills go fast, chop that stash. Triplets run like a waterfall, every drummer rise when the angels call, This is Heaven, groove for all, stick in the air, stand proud, stand tall. [Final Hook – Choir Chant] Welcome to Drummers Heaven, where the rhythm never dies, Paradiddles in the clouds, double strokes up in the skies. Every chop a holy thunder, every roll a golden prayer, Snare lines echo through the heavens — every drummer’s welcome there…