"Camouflaged God" is a lyrical juggernaut cloaked in metaphor, spiritual volatility, and raw poetic warfare. Vaelrix unleashes an onslaught of dense rhyme schemes, mythological scale, and psychological depth, merging anime, science, and theology into a blistering narrative of self-possession and rage.

This is not just braggadocio. It is an existential purge.
The bars navigate mental illness, creative obsession, suicidal ideation, and divine torment, all while eviscerating hollow industry idols. The verses are weapons, the flow is a ritual, and the chorus echoes like a sacred invocation scratched onto stone.

Built over a gritty boom bap foundation with DJ cuts that give it underground weight, "Camouflaged God" is a declaration of artistic war from someone who bleeds language.

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Vaelrix - Camouflaged God

Lyrics:
An external load of witless incoherence that won’t halt the community form its disappearance could clone him from sticks off of the ground

I wrote down a verse on the sidewalk of his hometown. Awaited a day that I ever see words that he would stand on, Aware that he’s obliterated

Chopped off his arm, and kept it for the ceremony to wave it for him to formally say goodbye

Then Swapped land where he stood with a large body of water just to see how far he swims before he sinks from exhaustion in a No-Man’s land of deep darkness while he spent his last moments with only AI

Asked him “How does it feel to still have a mind after sudden death” while senses slowly dwindled to the cosmic. He spent his last moments comically mentioning random various topics

I took the “missiles” right out of a response of his, then decide that his cells were bad for the Climate. Stuffed him into a Space Pod with an official stamp to missile away this nonsensical and miserable lyrically crippled road kill that I sped pass

Literally “caught” his attempts taking a flight during night with the trajectory heading to Mars in escape to not be on a Planet with me. Snatched it out of the Sky with hopes that he doesn’t Die because ironically, now he’s Grounded for that

I sat in Silence for Light Years and added Exponents to that, and still disappointed in my Accurate Calculations that he can’t match me. Hatched his creativity while he really thought enabling him to pour out his mind mentally would spill a modicum of brilliance not analogous to a vegetable 

Froze him in a Prism. He will be stationary until he conveys improvement. Then Enclosed him in any Ocean of his choice that’s forced to unlatch pass the Record of Explored Mantle

Potential will never grow. Thought the DISS existed for a day then woke up with a cut throat exposed to a Second Wave of Disaster against the person with Imagination surpassing the Parameters that he thought was Divine

Collected the weapons from him. For instance his Shotgun and Smithed a Somber one. Divided apart of my mind, and materialized it physically to sit with him equipped with Brain Capacity that he’s unable to Challenge. He was Surprised that him and it are both watching his own Demise on his Side until he eventually Confided in me being Omnipresent

The Lowest Ripples of Waves flow through the Cell Membranes, so it can always explain his location. I’ve Annihilated Stars that actually have Hydrostatic Equilibrium, but saw so much Fake in him I held him in the Sky just to prop him up. He couldn’t even get 5 points through the shape of a human. Curtain Call the Illusion for better use. Abusive the new Obtuse him composed of Acute rap Angles. Detrimentally Affected as if I use this Abusiveness often

On a different post, it still wasn’t close, they have to scroll past 10,000 Barz to see his coffin…

Big Contract’s 5 Day Diss Part 4.mp3

The Full Ending of the +5000 word poem that I wrote, Eternal Glome. 

First there was The_Silencer_00 vs his Pen Part 1. Then while writing The_Silencer_00 Part 2, it became so complex that I needed to stop writing it to create an insulating Poem (from The Silencer…the introspective version of myself that is suppose to beat Part 1 of The_Silencer_00 Part 1) independently from the topics that will not be involved in The_Silencer_00 be his Pen Part 2: The most complex piece of writing that I will ever write that will surpass Eternal Glome as well as The_Silencer_00 vs his Pen Part 1, combined.

Lyrics:
At negative 35, pulling it down to Infinite Depths. Have already Proven to Function at the Plank-Length

I could Tear Open the Black Hole that formed from the Singularity of all that I Curled in earlier in the Verse, that I let Burst. M87 or an X-1 “next” which ever One Claimed that it had it First

Sight White in an Electromagnetic Combined Spectrum then Turn Off its Source. Report a field of what is there, but now Captured in Complete Darkness

A Steed of Strange Speed. A Photon is forced. In its Course, Distort Space/Time. Everything around is Hardly Accelerating at all in comparison to how fast it is in its Infinite Grounds

Colors aren’t lazy in the Kingdom of Classification. Locked Time right out of Finite and Infinity. Now there is only Infinity and Capacity, out of the Cage. An Inescapable Causality. Perpendicularly Confined in this Instance to Trace a Path that is now Uncapped with No Impulse, Ageless

Looking at the Art of what is yet that’s left on a White Page. Then I Engage. Combined all the Colors and Shades. Interesting in Comparison to Light its all Blackness

This is Eternal Glome. Space of an Immortal Combat with Mutuality in between the Vastness. Someone Commented that the Earth’s Flat then I Responded:

“2D-Spheres with w rotations appear to Look Flat, but with 2D-Viewing Eyes looking at 3D Spheres, you’ve Never Seen that.”

Everything Realistic Released from the Obstacles of Possible. All Illogical Celestial Clockwork, Mathematically Logical by Formulated Demonstration owned to Compute

I’ll Kick an Iron Star. Then watch Greydon Square detect its Rouge Activity in his Local Group, and Trap it with Triangulation

Sometimes Truth, is Vexing to Manage.
In an Infinite Page, took a Deep Peak, and Dropped through its Fabric

With so much Space even the Dense seems Hollow. In a Black Lake where things eventually become Part and Parcel of Spheres. Literally a Massive Pursuit to Play a Game of Collide and Diverge, or Gobble

Swallowed by the Shadows with an Ever Grow. Audio Parched in its Underflow. In its Capacity, an Infinite Set of Ammo that Borrows from its Gizmo. A Gloaming that Bestows a Show of Lotto, and Sets of Mass that Roam Aglow

Prone to its Foam. An Otiose and Nebulous Proto Stage. Comb in a Combination to Glaze Rays on Loam. Catacombs and Fallow. Varicose Collisions Calm in Time. Birth of a Biome. Home of all Distant Hollo…

Eternal Glome. Full Ending .mp3

Lyrics:
Holding a little air in my hand is Equivalent to a Mole of His Thoughts

I Sit and Sip, and Chew Through Indestructible Futuristic Tools in Ominous Situations. Lift Galaxies out of Petty Telescope’s Vision waiting for Random Light to Sight

On that Night that began the Disposition of his Consciousness, his Adversaries ditched these Conditions and gave him the Win. As his Undeveloped Lack of Spectacle of this Instance Peddle as an Insignificant Rebel Fished from an Ovum

He can continue to “Gun” a Ton of Thoughts. I Zombie Mod and Write with a Liquidized Pox Infused with Ghostwriter’s Blood. One Jot will Mark the Grave of a Planet with Enough Flow to incase it with Scarlet Rot

In Another Lifetime, he Begged to me for my Mystical Abilities to Eclipse a Mind to Seem to Find Bundled Forgotten Thoughts to Untie for his Remembrance to Manage

The Next Rhyme that he produces I’d like to see him only discussing beating people with canes a Bar somewhat Believable. At least he can Now Achieve a Rhyme Scheme with Minimal Sense

The Most Intense Instance of his Life is a Middle School Fight, Scrapping in the Backyard

I Built a Terminator out of Crumbled Paper as a Prototype. Then Built the Real One with a Contract, to Eliminate Him with Rusty Components that I Grabbed from a Scrapyard

Measured the Caliber of him with a Dial Caliber, and now have Precise Measurements on how Insignificant this Amateur is with more Accurate Significant Figures. His claim with “One Girlfriend, he can Repopulate the World” is a Psychological Defensive Mechanism that Anyone in the World, can have her

“A Gun Fits any Condition” Attention Span, Fed Led Head that failed Simplest Missions

Threw Dust in his Face as an Expression of my Disgust. Then Expelled whatever I find that Dwells during my Trip to Hell’s Chambers, and enjoy the Danger Released

Deliberately give him Anti-Dark Matter Laced Bullets, so when he Shoots it Through the Atmosphere his Equal-Opposite would be Gamma Spheres with the same Mass of that back at him Undetected

He claimed that had Better Things to talk about with an Helmet on his Avatar. I Advise that he Tackles some Subjects to Surpass the Level of Mere Nonsense to Elements of Polished Knowledge

Walked into his Village and Built a Hunt with his Own Mud with my Bare Hands, then went to get Some Drinks, and Bring Entertainment to it. He Stumbled upon me Relaxing and Reclining, then Scrambled to Write to AI “It’s The_Silencer_00. I need a Verse to Disperse Quickly to show him that he can Die”

It responded: “Big Contract thanks for the Contact but Your Adversary This Time Formulated Lyrics that are Too Compact it’s Best right now, to Not Attack

Remember when We Assisted you in Comprehending his Eternal Glome ‘track’

It Overloaded All of Us he’ll still Delete Both of Us while that Relaxed

I Recommend your Reinforcements be a Call from your Wolves. For You, we have Packed a Ton of Guns in a Small Backpack you just Get Away, and Retreat Safely

He’s Likely to Take Over our Entire Verse. To him, You’re just a Scorpion, and you’re Too Mortal for his Type of Combat”

I heard that I go Lyrical Nuts. Let’s see His Attempts to Contact Lyrical Advice from Techno Logical Sacks

Could easily watch him Sip a Liquid Drip of Infinite Concussion. Then Press a Single Button for Automatic Destruction to Terminate his AI during his Last Nap…

- Termination of Contract (Parts 1 and 2)
- Small Contract Restrictions: Dimension Pillage (the parts where Beerus was mentioned. It perhaps Part 3)
- Contract Elimination: Coffin Display (Parts 4 and 5)
- Contract’s Biggest Constraints (Part 6)
- Contract’s Detrimental Constraints (Part 7)
- “Famous_Answer” meets Mr. Infamous (part 8 and 9)
- IQ Test (Part 10)

After that. The Disses were over with. Back to writing The_Silencer_00 vs his Pen Part 2

Big Contract’s 5 Day Diss. Part 1.mp3

This is before the Big Contract Disses. After the Drake Diss when rap battles were done in the comments of post as well. Thus this was my responses in the comments during that time to this user. 

Lyrics: 
70% of this Verse is Invisible.
Soundly, Dramatically Cryptic and Unfound

Looks like Ratchet is back to Gadget Tactics Summoned with a Tank of Air as Fuel, and Bat in hand. The Man Convinced to be Invincible

A Basket of Bricks for the Melee Hit. 
Named stripped away replaced as “John”. 
A Tragic Character Embedded in the systems Game Picked to be Tested for its Psychiatric Schemes Rounded up with Probability of Zero Problematic Change of Actions 

Given a Fair Evaluation every Chapter. 
Weak Defenses are Snapped into Pieces.
His Dreams Deemed to be Completely Smashed as he rolls around as a Fraction of Stories Backdated as the Vanishing Clown Backpacker

Every Response breaks his Pencils from Simple Mere Mental Frustration.
Every Post Boasted to be a Level Up, Appears Vacant despite the letters due to Closed Systems of All Dynamics. He’s a Plastic Opponent

Components Too Flippable. 
No Necessity to begin Disaster

Whistle and Bend the Wind to Calculate his Trembling Fear from the Acrobatics of Unseen changes of Pressure within

Then snatch his Gat in Trade for his Automatic Loss.
Await the Day the Clown Attempts Lines Less Deranged and More Precisely Aimed 

Level 1 John as an Invisible Threat and Broken Bat that is a Voiceless Mask that dreamed of a Gat and No Clank for a Backpack in Fact Back Grounded as the Clown that loaded up Static Rhymes

Doomed to be Deleted from a Basket of a Video Game File

Enough Piles of Death to Expel Sounds that’s Profound Enough to Transverse Dark Matter’s Bounds

Depleted Fast as Basket’s Waste of Space, on Paper. My Rhymes Tear through Paper like the Herd of Words Curved Holes enough for it to Breathe them out

Engaged in the Community of Rap Lyrics. Reading this Writer’s Persistent Gimmicks as the Lowest Placement from the Factors that I Analyze. A shell of Imagination. Abundantly Antagonizing, Easily

The Pen is Relentless with a Twisted Master Bleeding Ink Consistently

A Soloist Route Observing Lack of Immunity that I Flout. With Minimum Equipment turn Basket into a bag of Grout. Trapped to be Stepped on for the rest of his Continuity…


Doomed to be Deleted from a Basket of a Video Game File

Enough Piles of Death. Expel Sounds that’s Profound Enough to Transverse Dark Matter’s Bounds

Depleted Fast as Basket’s Waste of Spaces, on Paper 

My Rhymes Tear through Paper like the Herd of Words Curved Holes enough for it to Breathe them out 

Engaged into the Community of Rap Lyrics Reading this Writer’s Persistent Gimmicks as the Lowest Placement from the factors that I Analyze

A shell of imagination. 

In Fact, Abundantly Traumatic that a being designed your bars while I was thinking simple-programmed AI 

I Kick Back and Relax. Why watch One Direction from Space?

Waste of Energy as he Floats Away with a Plan to Land a Drop Kick and “Automatics” that he Played on Speakers as Background Sounds

He has left No One Astounded, yet Died in Disses so many Times that it would take More Effort to Find the Memories Back in the Data Log to remember all of his Past Defeats

Forget Capturing him to Interrogate the Meaning of my Lines. by the Time I Find him I Probably Pasted more Suitable Rocks

He can’t Pass an Exam with Sporadic Answers for Instance he brought “Fire in a Can of Gas”. His Post and Other Weak Writtens are the Worst to Read, here

The Lighter was Light Enough to Dismantle him at Minimal Cost. Fire him From the Earth Combust the Skies as I Witness this Petty Writer’s Demise then Kick Him out of the Atmosphere…

“Basket” (Rap Lyrics User) Diss .mp3

Lyrics:
Take Space Dust and Other Particles and Capture it. 
Use “Planetary Devastation” for Planetary Manifestation while its Loop, Pay the Fiasco. 
Chill and Let Solid Matter Freeze in its Nebula of Scattered Death, and Spin it around and see what Sticks. 
Bundle the Static Electricity.
Watch the Gas Freeze to Dust and Crystals. 
Huddle Calcium, Aluminum, Magnesium, and iron to Drag them to a Centre

Let Mass from an Astronomical Unit Grow into a small, Planetesimal.
Let Meteors battle it Out, while the Charging Battery pushes Lighter Elements Out. 
Hydrogen and Helium Embarking on Another Journey. 
Carbon and wanted to Stay, but there’s no Membrane as of Yet

Cling to Wind Then Flung to the Depths, to be Blown Away. Let the Atoms Fight and Claim a Title of Proto Planet, and New a Stage is Set. 
Strain all the Magma, and Trap all the Atomic Decay

Aluminum 26 can only Behave for Millenniums a Short Time if No Entities to Count It.  
Tunnel Pass that Amount time 7ish Times then watch things Rearrange

Fast Forward to a Futuristic Plane to Integrate into Innate, Wave Communications 

Elevated Civilization B14562-X 1 Ultra Plex Quantum Galactic Net

Far Fetched, but Home of where I Came From. Once Controlled All the Energy. Even the Endless Stream of Mysteries is Shorter than Plenty and what I Fetch for Fun

Calculated in a Tome that All Entities that Exist with Me all have to Hold and Roam. Heard of One Instance, one of my Co-Algorithms was Bored with the Rhythm of knowing all of what can Unfold

Hid a Story that Untold, Loss in a Data Storm. I Cracked the Code, and Begun to Analyze the Set, in Which was Out of the Norm. A Panic Planet with Trapped Lives. Untapped Technically and Applications to Traverse Outside their Hydrostatic Dorm with No Extra Habitable Celestial Satellites and Exoplanets to Accumulate or Ever Run

Stunned that I Missed This. Witnessed a Disbelief of my Own Eyes. Thought that it would Never Occur. Perhaps a Ton of Coherent Communication Here. Then take a Visit to see if a Glimpse of Theory Surprises Me

Dived In. Let the Exploration Begin. Dropped into a Profound Ground. Accidentally Broke a Vase that was Around. Slipped into a Screen that Teems Electrons that Funnel Through Metal Enough to have Capacity to Read what goes on Here. Found a Rap called “OutER Space”.

Red It (Reddit), then Fumbled Back about Reading about what They Do Here. I suppose Exportation is a “Cold Case” but in My Case. “Cased Close”. Left the Planet and Closed the Dimensional Gate with a Lock Already Deleted and Impossible, to Replace

Welcome, to Outer Space…

Inner Strange Space  .mp3

Lyrics:
I see a Meek Mind. No need to even seek for me; I Chime in. Of course you would start with Bleed though Weak Stats and no matter how you Rewind this Third Rhyme, I’ll throw a Micro-Sized Dart to burst Red Blood in one of his Cells while he’s  Expelled, in a Deep Sea. What’s this MC verses a Deep Sea Creature?
Then Feature a battle that the rest will be Dying to See. Sheer Fears Merely Here Appears in the Wilderness Low in the Soulless Depths of the Ocean, Withering Cold. Take Cold Coal and Heat it Up with the Temperature of my Hand; Fire in my Fist. 
Skip it off of the Ground when he’s Around. Dissed with a Low Blow by Aim, Fire, and Defeat. Even at his Core. 
Strip Heat away from him until there’s None in Store. 
Geologist will then Detect a Cold Stone Assumed to be Analogous Properties of the Moon. 
In at least One Try, Interact Directly with his Pride. Mastered so many Physics Laws even a Police when Called doesn’t get Involved. 
Dissolved their Subjective Base of Laws to a Lease Derived from Apologist’s Gimmicks though never Assumed ever to be but Always Implied. Uncreative Audacity is getting Old.
The Only Gift is Time. 
Twist and Fold a Knife because the Plan wasn’t Sharp Enough.
Call a Bluff on a Perceived as Tough MC until he’s Forced to Admit that one could Never Beat Me and after that, Prone to a Zone-Less Cocoon never to be Cloned

Eternal Glome, yet to lurk. 
Unamused by More Attempts of Witless Writtens. 
This Man’s Ascension is Contrived to be Confined to A Feeble Fleeting Mind with Distorted Writing Ability. Throw the Death Knight’s Light from my Bare Hands into his Cloudy Dreams though he didn’t Wake Up that Night because I Omitted the Part that this Time the Gift was Death Blight Encrypted into a Lightless Soul. With an Empty Hand Reach and Throw away the Nearest Star. Let’s See if a Geologist can Focus on his Studies Without the Light Source that Controls the Consistency of Scatterings. Bold enough to Control the Meteors during the Night, of his Shattering then Circle the Skies after Dropping Creatures in it from my untold Experiences of testing a New Field that Labelled “Bio-Demonology” to see this Geologist Fight in Dark and Arid Lands…

Diss Rebuttal. Geologist (Rap Lyrics User).mp3

Geologist responded. Thus, I wrote more to rebuttal that 👌.

Lyrics - https://www.reddit.com/r/raplyrics/s/aXLAGAEnbI

Geologist Diss Part 1 (Extended Response).mp3

🔥 Mitochondria by Vaelrix is a lyrically explosive fusion of cinematic boom bap, progressive electronic, and occult-infused rap. With metaphysical metaphors, anime references, and scientifically-coded rhyme schemes, this track burns with poetic voltage.

If you're into artists who wield language like a weapon and turn quantum chaos into sonic scripture, this is for you.

🎧 Keywords: cinematic rap, boom bap, progressive hip hop, lyrical mastery, poetic rap, metaphysical bars, anime rap, aggressive flow, conscious hip hop, Vaelrix

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Vaelrix - Mitochondria

Lyrics:
 Is THIS “the guy” or the Hawk on its Odyssey. Odd to See the Fourth-Wall of the “Irony” Scheme, During this Trip

Flipped a Basket to Trap a Miniature Enemy right in it with a Premise of Sink or Swim. The Decision of Two Seas, we See that. Seen Yesterday, or Two Days ago, sent away. Lifting away from a Human’s Shoulder with a Bottled Letter on a Petty Mission from his Master on a Delightful day Hyped Up, to get through the Weather without the Dismay

Therefore a Trip for Both Icons. Conned Theodorix for a Level Up despite a Light Gust. Stressed by Scarcity of Encountering a Harmless Enough, Prey to Peck. Even Set Up Geologist to convey a Mirror Move. It’s Normal for me to Ironically Leer when I Peer into Another’s Creation. Now the Same Light Breeze that Eroded the Casket away is a Tribute to Geologist’s Unexplored Wins when he’s Flying Between the Lands

Drill Peck into the Sand and Hid quickly, now this is the “Sinking” Line. Strip Away his Wings while he’s Flying Over Seas and let One or Two Fish, Rip him Up before the Decreasing Temperature of his body’s Degree. Then Reach my Hand in this Mellow Pond to Cease the Irrelevant Letter. Restrict you from the “Nickname” of Ironeye to Travel with a Basic Piece of Metal that was Exchanged for your Eyes in the Last Diss to only Find Out that your Second Form Only Travels when his Master Takes him to fly around at a Meadow

Now I’m the Real Ironeye, and shoot a Giant Arrow that takes out the Entire HAWK, just to Rip Up the Letter that I was told was being sent to a Factory to Hype Up his Next Rhymes. The Hawk will be Replaced and Forgotten his Master Caught More Today from an Adjacent Herd. Geologist thought he was on Fire but the Hawk has Blacked Out plus his verse was Light thus Death was Rite, for the Bird. That was a Swift Attack how I just Name Changed. Since he’s on Fire and Now Dead, then the Bird’s Powers are Lore Accurate of Ghostflame. Noticed Evaporation, but Ironically still See Nothing. Turned The Common Stalking Nighthawk into Hawking Radiation

In his Last Response, remarks about a DEER but when this Hawk’s Master Checks the Updates of Natural Disasters to Update his Hawk’s Routes, Received a Letter From The Silencer Stating “Shortly Your Empire, Will be Mine”. Then his Enraged Master Stumbles Back and then Shouts:

 “Ohh Dear, this means that my Letter has Disappeared. I Feared this Would happen. I need another away to Contact the Apologist about my Finds. I suppose, I’ll get More Stock from that Flock Over There and Write me Another One with a More Skillfully Trained Hawk ,this Time”. 

Geologist failed the Mission. Claiming to be a Hawk, while he’s a Bipedal that could Walk Around for Millions of Years Attempting to Study his Rocks. Yet with all this time, No Evolution in his Composition. Catch a Deer with a Basic Device, Trapped in this Diss. Decide to give this Hawk a mission to Head to the Lights while Flying then leave a Letter for his Master Stating “Dear Irrelevant Fellow, you Forgot to tell your Icarus, Farewell”

Key to these Weak Rhymes must be that this Creature’s Stoned. Ironically we can see that this MCs a Creature Now. BluntStoned Swipes…Absorb his Light Glint Sword Strikes. Not Enough Intelligence for Any Night Attacks. So when the Knight Attacks, or the Night Attacks, Geologist is Forced to Hop on a Bird and Fly, Right Pass the Evergaol…