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BEATS PER MINUTE lyrics : "30 Below"

[Verse]
Yeah,
Give it all up, hell's frozen over

The devil's on his throne eating frozen yogurt
Spittin' liquid nitrogen, I'm growing colder
Raps like a boulder, try and move me little soldier

Come in the game with white gloves and a lab coat
Toxic fumes forming words flying right out of my throat
Pen and paper in hand, checkin' to make sure what I wrote

Is cognitive enough to keep my rhymes afloat
Honestly it doesn't matter what I say in my lyrics
The only thing that matters is the way that you hear it

So I guess for now I bake a rap that's generic
Deepen my voice a bit and yell my lines like I'm barbaric
This beat's a catalyst bringin' my thoughts to the surface

Blood and ink and energy all in me now surging
Dedicated motivation just to make sure it's perfect
Exasperated annihalation now flip the switch and it's workin'


[Chorus]
A maestro, he's psycho

Now it's 30 below
Oh my gosh, look at Pyro
He's lost his fire oh no

This rap's a time bomb and we're ready to blow
So get up, stand up, everybody let's go
A maestro, he's loco

Now it's 30 below
Look at Nick, spitting sick
Spittin' lickety-split

This rap is a missile and you're about to get hit
So get up, stand up, the show's about to begin


[Verse]
Propensity to spit all of my lines with so much energy
You gotta be kidding me, you can't even throw a fist at me

I could be your worst nightmare; I'm your enemy
Come at me and I'll show you a devastating catastrophe
Imma be burning bars down with Pyrocity

Obviously you don't even have the courage to fight with me
Sitting down with a pen and pad I'm unstoppable
Listen to me verse and you go mad see what I could do

I'm powered by lithium, shooting at your equilibrium
The power of syllables pumping out so you be feeling them
Minimum energy being forced by the bass drum

Ride on with my flow and you could get your little face numb
Thinking 'bout and formulating all these rhyme schemes
My mind's blowing up please don't ask me why I scream

Lyrically cynical chemical spilling on top of arsenic flow
There's nowhere for you to go, I'm just...


[Chorus]
A maestro, he's loco
Now it's 30 below

Look at Nick, spitting sick
Spittin' lickety-split
This rap is a missile and you're about to get hit

So get up, stand up, the show's about to begin
A maestro, he's psycho
Now it's 30 below

Oh my gosh, look at Pyro
He's lost his fire oh no
This rap's a time bomb and we're ready to blow

So get up, stand up, everybody let's go

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