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Infinity Flow

Plate at the Table

That's What They All Say

No hook. No breaks. Just straight bars.
Punchlines stacked on punchlines.
This one’s for the heads that love raw lyricism.

Lyrics (Full Post):

I’m colder than a snow globe shakin’ in a hurricane
Money on my mind, bills dancin’ like they’re Soul Train
Brain full of propane, lighter fluid word flame
I don’t need a road map, I’m detourin’ my own lane

Martian with the tongue out, spittin’ like a lizard king
Diamonds on my fingers got ’em singin’ like a wedding ring
I just let my necklace meditate, that’s a heavy bling
I don’t chase a crown, I melt it down and make spaghetti strings

Lean in my chalice, I’m a wizard with a potion plan
Billionaire pajamas, takin’ meetings in my ocean van
Money in my pocket so it echo like a canyon, man
Shawty in my lap lookin’ sweeter than a candy stand

I’m Picasso with the piff, paint a canvas out of smoke clouds
Lyrics like graffiti tags, spray ’em when I talk loud
Heart beat a drum kit, veins pumpin’ rock sounds
Life is like a circus, I’m the tiger when the bars down

Bite hard, jaws like a gator in a gold suit
Every single metaphor hittin’ like a old tooth
You a broke branch, I’m a Redwood with a bold root
All I drop is lava, every verse is a volcano boot

Astronaut status, I’m orbitin’ the club scene
Cup full of purple, and my aura got a mud sheen
Every word electric, turn the beat into a blood stream
Chain so cold it made the North Pole a sunbeam

I don’t write raps, I collect ’em like a ransom note
I don’t drive cars, I just levitate a phantom float
I don’t need wings, I just sprout ’em when I land the quote
Life is just a punchline, I’m laughin’ at the antidote

Pull up in pajamas, eatin’ lobster out a sippy cup
Wallet got a twin, yeah them Benjamins is doubled up
Barrel to your ear, turn your headphones into bubble gum
All I do is elevate, I’m steppin’ on the troubled ones

Game lookin’ tasty, I’m a chef with a heat spatula
Gold on my teeth turn the mic to a street massacre
Rap like a preacher, turn the booth to a cathedral, bruh
Words be confessions, but my sins is unbelievable

Martian with a halo, sipping liquor with an angel wing
Every time I rhyme, I let my brain do a strangest thing
Flip reality, now I’m bendin’ what the angles bring
Every song a carnival, the beat is just a Ferris ring

My punchlines paralyze, leave a rapper mannequin
I don’t need a body double, I just clone my arrogance
Lyrics like a diamond mine, every bar a carat in
Way I bend the alphabet, you’d think I was a terrorist

Chillin’ in the future, but my sneakers stuck in 2090
Fingers turn to laser beams, I’m shootin’ while I’m writin’, G
Money is my bodyguard, it walkin’ right beside of me
God flow crazy, make the reverend wanna tithe to me

I’m a lion in a dog fight, beast with a suntan
Bars hit heavy like a semi in a thumb stand
Money flip gymnastics, cash do a handstand
Flow so contagious, need a mask and a wristband

Shawty call me wizard ’cause I’m spellin’ when I whisper low
I don’t chase clout, I just bottle it and let it glow
World on my shoulder, I could juggle it and let it roll
Chain so icy, got my heartbeat in a Eskimo

Brain on Jupiter, but my body in a black Benz
Life like a movie, every day I see the last end
Rap like a virus, I’m infectin’ all the rap trends
I don’t need a Grammy, I just tattoo all my plaques in

Sip until I levitate, smoke until I ventilate
Rap is just a dinner plate, I serve it like a heavyweight
Cash in my dinner roll, sauce in my lemonade
Every line immortal, even death can’t make it separate

Words like a Rubik’s cube, twist ’em till the color match
I don’t do directions, I just teleport another path
Beat so sick, every snare need a bubble bath
Rappin’ like I’m jokin’, but I’m deadlier than gunner laughs

Money on my dresser, got a closet full of bank notes
Bar so heavy make the microphone’s face broke
Diamonds in my smile turn the darkness into stage smoke
I don’t chase nothin’, I just chill until the game choke

100 Bars of Fire

Ethical…not ethical? Who cares.  This is catchy, right? I don’t even remember making this. I think  was half asleep and woke up to a finished track. Anthem. Chant. But it works.

High as a Kite

It’s Gangster Remix

What You On

As the song says, I’m a bad ass producer.  Check the receipts. Producers, let this be your anthem!

Producer Like Me

I been gone, but I’m back now — and louder than ever.
This track is all about the return, the hunger, and the fire after silence.
Full lyrics below:

[Intro]
I been gone for a minute
Gone for a minute
I been gone for a minute
Gone for a minute

[Chorus]
I been gone for a minute
Now I'm back with the jump-off
It's hot in here
Let me take my jacket off
Take my shoes off
I don't want to scuff 'em
'Bout to make the whole city bump, bump

[Verse]
Shit gettin' hot and I need me a fan
And I need me a band
And I need me a friend
The wind blow, need to catch me a breeze
Catch me a case, catch me a place
Where I can relax, sit back and enjoy my space
Then I run to the bank and I do what it takes
I ain't worried about who be in first place
You get the flavor, don't worry about the taste
I can't explain it, I know what it is
I know what it ain't, it could be small and it could be big
You gotta have faith, it's gettin' close and I can't wait
For it to be in my face, that's when I smile, that's when I grin
And you can't relate, if you don't know me, then you know now
Now, you know now

[Bridge]
I been gone for a minute
Gone for a minute
I been gone for a minute
Gone for a minute

I Been Gone

Masked Members Should Be Illegal” is a hard-hitting hip hop anthem that calls out fake faces and empty voices dominating the scene. With raw bars, unapologetic energy, and a scandalous hook, Arelle cuts through the noise and demands authenticity. This track is both rebellion and revelation — a bold reminder that the truth can’t stay masked forever.

Masked Members Should Be Illegal

Stroke of Genius” is Arelle’s take on a lust-soaked wordplay — a seductive slow-burn rap full of double meanings, slick metaphors, and clever bars. Equal parts playful and provocative, it’s a late-night anthem built for lights low, volume high, and no filters. Sexy, smart, and straight fire
Full Lyrics:
I turn her playlist into foreplay, she pressin’ repeat
Every lyric that I drop, she feel it under the sheets
I’m the chef in the kitchen, she the flame on the stove
When I serve it up hot, she don’t ask for to-go

I’m the pen to her paper, I’m the ink that she need
Every stroke spell her name, every line make her bleed
I’m the key to the lock, I’m the code to the safe
She call me GPS ‘cause I know every place

I’m the candle in the room, I’m the wax that will drip
She the ocean in the night, I’m the tide on her hip
I’m the thunder in the storm, I’m the flash in the dark
Every moan that she echo is a hit on the chart

I’m the plug with the power, I’m the spark in the wire
She addicted to the current, I’m her one true supplier
I’m the plane in her sky, I’m the ride with no fare
She the clouds in my path, and I’m always up there

I’m the tongue on her language, I’m the slang that she speak
I’m the Sunday to her sermon, got her prayin’ all week
I’m the ice in her glass, I’m the burn in her throat
I’m the rhythm in her body when the melody float

I’m the king with no crown, I’m the throne that she sit
She the queen with the game, I’m the move that will fit
I’m the glove on her hand, I’m the match to her fire
She the verse to my hook, we the whole choir

I’m the wine in her veins, I’m the toast to her lips
She the ship on my ocean, I’m the wave that won’t quit
I’m the lock on her door, I’m the knock in the night
I’m the text on her phone that she read with a light

I’m the script she rehearsin’, I’m the role that she play
She the song on my radio, repeat every day
I’m the smoke in her lungs, I’m the rush in her chest
She the beat to my heart, I’m the line in her breath

I’m the canvas she paintin’, I’m the brush in her hand
Every stroke is a secret, every curve is the plan
I’m the book with no ending, she the page that I flip
She the taste on my tongue, I’m the bite on her lip

Stroke of Genius

Arelle H. was born on March 14th, a day he shares with Quincy Jones and Albert Einstein — a birthday that all but destined him for genius in both creativity and intellect.

But his story starts even earlier, in the summer of 1970. That year, his late cousin, the legendary Jimi Hendrix, placed a hand on the stomach of Arelle’s mother, Rose M. Carter, and declared:
"You’re gonna have a little musician."

That blessing became prophecy. Arelle was conceived the same year, carrying with him an undeniable spark of music and art.

Over time, those gifts revealed themselves in every medium he touched: writing, producing, performing, and even photography. By 2020, the talents Jimi had foreshadowed were alive and thriving in Arelle, blending hip-hop, storytelling, and visual creativity into a legacy uniquely his own.

Today, Arelle stands at the crossroads of heritage and innovation. His work honors the giants before him, yet carves out a bold and distinct voice in the present — one that is raw, powerful, and timeless. With roots tied to one of music’s most iconic families, Arelle embraces his destiny: to create music that lasts.

Plate at the Table

Arelle

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