Here it comes, 

Everybody clear the place

We have to set the stage up no time for second place

The speakers are up now raise the stage

It's time to take over this place

The lights flash the stereo & speakers pop,

The crowd is jumping all over the place

The drug abusers have wide eye face,

All the young ones are waiting for their taste.

Now all eyes on me, the man of the hour

The one with the headphones & all the power

I am God of the hour, now let's show them this bass power

THE DROP HITS

The place explodes as the treble rattles the pipes

The water lines have busted from the bass, but that's alright

Foam party now ladies drink free all night

The lights flash the bass explodes the drinks go around & the ex is on hype

Not all participate in the drugs tonight

The purest the energy users the bass abusers the non substance users

They are just hear for the drop

So for them I'll shout out to the crowd 

"Let's make this one hot"

THE BASS DROPS

The whole place explodes, for 7 hours we go hard

Tossing all the paint,

For 7 hours we go hard

Wet floors everywhere, Foam is all over the place

The night comes to an end, the system get's cut

The place clears out in minutes, everyone's in a rush

But it's alright though, the night has come to an end

Next month though, we'll do it all again,

Just another day as a dj, man.

Today's DJ's are of a new breed, they are dubstep players/makers, beat creators, they play at clubs, raves, parties, everywhere, I myself am part of this new culture of flashy lights & neon paint, this poem is merely an inspiration, of what happens in a single night of a rave, & all the different kinds of feelings & flows you create in a single evening.