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Churaq Cyril - BAROKO 2 ft. Hoftyk & Naume & Tefflon (prod. Naume)

CHURAQ CLIQUE - STRÁŽE

CHURAQ SPUTNIK & HOFTYK & NAUME & OG PAV & MLADEJ FRITZL - NOVÝ STUDIO 2

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Tobby Shmurda-Merryweather

BACK IN COLORADO (prod. darktheproducer)

Banana Too

This is a 108-bar lyrical takedown aimed straight at Ice Spice, Rick Ross, and Benzino — no hooks, no filler, just raw bars.
Medium-tempo flow packed with internal rhymes, sharp punchlines, and heavyweight energy built for battle rap heads.

I created this as part of my ongoing fantasy battle series, where I drop full-length verses in the spirit of classic rap clashes. It’s not an impersonation of anyone — this is my voice, my pen, my style.

Turn it up, share it, and let the bars speak for themselves.

🔥 LYRICS – “108 Bars of War” by Arelle 🔥

Ice Spice tryna flex but it’s flavorless heat  
I serve colder cuts of fire, you just melt on the beat  
Got a TikTok fanbase but the rhymes stay weak  
I’m a wolf with the pen, you a kitten on the street  

Rick Ross talkin’ “boss” but it’s paper crown  
All that Maybach chatter couldn’t weigh me down  
You a lease on an image that’s been played out now  
I write verses that erupt, watch you fade somehow  

Benzino been bitter since The Source ran dry  
All bark, no bite, just a whimpering cry  
Still salty ‘cause the culture never let you fly  
While I build skyscraper bars that scrape the sky  

Ice Spice with the hook but no story to tell  
Every verse evaporates like a cheap perfume smell  
I bring substance to the table, she just chasing a shell  
While I etch my name permanent, engraved in the bell  

Rick Ross with the lies in a velvet suit  
But the hustle don’t add up when the math is proof  
I’m the audit in the booth, every stat I shoot  
While he counts ghost stories like they absolute truth  

Benzino play victim with a pen full of spite  
But the ink ain’t respected when the words don’t bite  
I’ll dismantle your foundation with a verse one night  
Leave your “legacy” erased under floodlight bright  

I’m volcanic with the cadence, never cooled in chains  
Ice Spice melt fast when the climate change  
Rick Ross weighed down by his own cliché  
And Benzino’s just a punchline rotting away  

They recycle weak gimmicks ‘cause they stuck on loop  
I’m the glitch in their system, the forbidden truth  
I cut deeper with precision when I burn in the booth  
Turn their name brands hollow, every claim reduced  

Ice Spice dance moves couldn’t mask the flaws  
I’m a sledgehammer flow breaking all applause  
Rick Ross big talk, but the empire’s gauze  
And Benzino never mattered — that’s the culture’s clause  

See the ops run laps just to chase my pace  
But their tongues twist knots when they test my grace  
I don’t bend for their egos, I don’t bow to waste  
Every rhyme’s etched sharp like a diamond face  

Ice Spice, Benzino, Ross — they collapse on sight  
I’m the silence in their chaos, the storm at night  
Every lyric’s a scalpel, every beat’s my fight  
And the crowd knows the difference when the truth ignites

Arelle – 108 Bars of War (vs Ice Spice, Rick Ross & Benzino)

KING PIMP

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