LAST CHRISTMAS WARNING ZYRO [Intro — Cinematic Male Choir, Distant Church Bells] [Deep, Calm Spoken Voice] Twelve songs. One Christmas. Santa’s pissed. The turkey’s dead. The house smells like smoke. [Pause] And somehow… I’m still on the naughty list. [Orchestral Rise — Complete Silence] Consider this your last warning. [Massive 808 Drop] [Chorus — Deep, Aggressive Anthem Rap] LAST CHRISTMAS WARNING! Hear the midnight calling! Black sky, red lights, Whole damn North Pole falling! LAST CHRISTMAS WARNING! No more silent mornings! Snow falls, bass drops, Everybody better know— I’m the reason that December Got a little out of control! [Post-Chorus — Heavy Stomps, Distorted Bells] Ho! Ho! Hold up! Turn that fucking bass up! Ho! Ho! Hold up! Santa better wake up! [Verse 1 — Cold, Confident Rap] Started with a shopping bag, ended with a siren, Got a Christmas reputation that the neighbors ain’t admiring. Santa tried to lecture me, I put him on a beat, Now the elves are asking questions and the reindeer want receipts. Got a ribbon made of black and a wishlist full of trouble, Got a little naughty habit making every problem double. Had a dinner with the family, nearly smoked the whole damn place, Now my grandma’s got a pizza and a very disappointed face. [Flow Switch — Rapid, Rhythmic] Black Friday, cold nights, frostbite, streetlights, Bad gifts, long shifts, fake smiles, fist fights. Sleigh ride, bass slide, dark side, midnight, Got the whole damn winter running underneath a red light! [Pre-Chorus — Cinematic Strings, Deep Voice] They wanted peace and quiet. They wanted something sweet. But when December called my number… I brought the fucking beat. [Chorus — Explosive Orchestral Trap] LAST CHRISTMAS WARNING! Hear the midnight calling! Black sky, red lights, Whole damn North Pole falling! LAST CHRISTMAS WARNING! No more silent mornings! Snow falls, bass drops, Everybody better know— I’m the reason that December Got a little out of control! [Verse 2 — Ultra-Fast Technical Rap] I’m a seasonal anomaly, a lyrical calamity, A walking contradiction with a festive personality. A complicated character, a master of catastrophe, A blacked-out Christmas miracle with questionable morality! [Machine-Gun Flow — Increasing Speed] Wintertime intimidation, lyrical acceleration, Rhythmic synchronization, festive devastation. Sleigh bell synchronization, orchestral escalation, Every syllable’s a spark in a December detonation! [Flow Switch — Aggressive Triplets] No sleep, cold streets, big dreams, heartbeats, Black coat, snow deep, full speed, no peace. Red lights, white nights, bass hits, frostbite, Got a whole damn year of pressure coming out tonight! I ain’t perfect, never claimed it, got a history of mistakes, Got a couple broken promises and choices I would change. But I never needed Santa putting judgment on my name, I can own the things I’ve done without pretending I’m a saint. [Beat Cuts — Deep Spoken Voice] So here’s to the ones Who made it through the year. The ones who laughed. The ones who cried. The ones who burned the fucking turkey. [Short Laugh] We survived. [Bridge — Dark Piano, Low Male Choir] Snow keeps falling on the city, Every window glowing gold. Another year is almost over, Another story getting told. [Deep Whisper] One last night. One last wish. One last warning. [Orchestral Crescendo — Rapid Snare Build] [Final Speed-Rap — Maximum Technical Intensity] Automatic, cinematic, systematic, problematic, Got the rhythm ricocheting like a festive acrobatic. Every syllable calculated, every pattern detonated, Every doubter in the building getting fully educated! [Flow Accelerates] Midnight, frostbite, streetlight, spotlight, Big bass, fast pace, black shades, snow white. No crown, no throne, no fear, full grown, Twelve tracks, one name— LET THE WHOLE WORLD KNOW! [Final Chorus — Full Choir, Brass, Massive 808s] LAST CHRISTMAS WARNING! Hear the midnight calling! Black sky, red lights, Whole damn North Pole falling! LAST CHRISTMAS WARNING! No more silent mornings! Snow falls, bass drops, Everybody better know— I’m the reason that December Got a little out of control! [Final Post-Chorus — Stadium-Sized Trap Drop] Ho! Ho! Hold up! Turn that fucking bass up! Ho! Ho! Hold up! Santa better wake up! [Outro — Choir Fades, Deep Spoken Voice] Well… That’s Christmas. Twelve tracks. Zero apologies. [Pause] Santa… See you next year. [Deep Laugh] Merry fucking Christmas. ZYRO. [Final Church Bell — Sub-Bass Impact — Silence]
