“F, U, R, Y” is a high-energy, genre-bending track that punches through conventions with a mix of wit, chaos, and confidence. The chorus is a bold anthem—repeating the name "FURY" like a mantra—while the verses explode with unpredictable metaphors, dark humor, and surreal imagery.

The artist blends street-smart wordplay with abstract reflections on identity, rage, and contradiction—balancing heavy bars like “Do you really want your iPhone not to recognize your face” with satirical jabs like “Hold on to your nuts, this isn't your ordinary blow!” It’s unapologetic, wild, and wired with a restless energy.

“F, U, R, Y” isn’t just a name. It’s a statement. It’s a presence. It’s chaos wrapped in charisma.



F.U.R.Y (Anthem)

“Level Up (Jessica Heat)” isn’t just a remix — it’s a lyrical power play. Inspired by Ciara’s original empowerment anthem “Level Up,” Jessica takes the concept to new territory, weaving autobiographical truths, fiery rap flows, and elite-level bars into a two-part track that builds from emotional storytelling into full-throttle sonic combustion.

Where Ciara brought bold dance vibes and female empowerment through infectious chants, Jessica brings fire and intellect, sharpened with aggressive cadence, trap influence, and explicit truth. Every word hits like a shot of adrenaline—there’s no filler, no filter. It’s growth told through raw grit.

But this remix has a backstory of its own. Jessica’s wife, TDC (a fellow artist and lyrical juggernaut), made a bet:
“I bet you can’t nail that Nicki voice.”
Jessica took that personally. The result? A relentless vocal delivery channeling the theatrical boldness of Minaj—but with her own style. She didn’t just nail the voice, she owned it. TDC lost the bet. Badly. And the fire behind that challenge is felt in every line.

The first half starts strong, but elegant—an acknowledgment of humble beginnings. Jessica opens up her story with confidence but calm: a girl born into chaos, platinum blonde, crystal-eyed, seen as cute by the world but forged internally by storms.

Her words float but punch. There’s something soft in the cadence, but the bars land heavy. From childhood to the moment she steps into womanhood, she makes it clear: she’s self-made. No silver spoon. Just scars, brilliance, and the will to evolve.

Here’s where the track erupts. With the chant "Ay, ay, ay...", Jessica transitions into a moment of pure energy. Every “level up” becomes a new verse and chapter in her evolution:

Birth: A prodigy born into sin, turned powerhouse.
Education: From school to dual degrees, stacking PhDs and bachelor’s like trophies.
Love: Proposing to and marrying her wife—dropping $12K on a ring, not for flex but for forever.
Service: Joining the Navy, mastering every skill from cooking to combat.
Navy SEAL: Earning elite status through grit, not luck—becoming unstoppable.
Medicine & Legacy: Using her education to save lives, fulfilling a dream, and preparing for the next phase.
But what truly sets Part Two apart is the increase in her rap speed.
Her verses double in pace, the rhythm becomes more intricate, but her delivery stays crystal clear. This isn’t just for hype — it’s a calculated display of how Jessica’s brain doesn’t skip a beat. Her flow doesn’t lag, trip, or miss. It mirrors her real-life cognitive power — the same mental sharpness that earned her doctorates and elite military status.

She uses this speed to energize, intimidate, and inspire. It’s her trademark.
Many of her tracks showcase this—where others stumble, she accelerates. It’s more than flow; it’s a cerebral weapon.
She doesn’t rap fast to impress.
She raps fast to prove that her mind is miles ahead.

THEME & DELIVERY
"Level Up (Jessica Heat)" is empowering and ruthless.
It speaks to discipline, resilience, and authentic transformation. This remix goes beyond glow-up culture—it’s about fighting, building, surviving, and becoming something dangerous, beautiful, and unforgettable.

Where Ciara’s was a party, Jessica’s is a march.
A war cry in stilettos.
A love letter to growth wrapped in TNT.
She levels up not for fame—but for survival, for legacy, and for love.

Level up

“Zoo Keeper” is a raw and fearless street symphony about running with beasts, living by jungle rules, and leading the pack through grit and grind. With bars that blend animal instinct, street wisdom, and scientific hustle, this track paints the portrait of a leader forged in chaos—observing the wild, commanding respect, and never backing down. Welcome to the zoo

Zoo Keeper

Trapstar A | Brazzyy

An energetic and non-stop barrage of multi-syllabic rhymes over a spacey, cloudy, grimy, soulful instrumental.

The first track from my album "Rhyme Frenzy One". 

Surfing across the Gamma Waves

🔥 Step into the shadows with Blood Ties — a dark mafia-inspired rap with heavy 808s, raw bars, and cinematic trap energy. Loyalty, respect, and power run through every line. 💯

Blood Ties

Trapstar A | AR15 WAPS ON WAPS | #BarsonBars 3.0

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

Trapstar A | Pink Skyz | 2025

First Freestyle

Hey, I’m Solar Sol. I make slow, dreamy, slushy, emotional stuff, mostly influenced by vaporwave, slushwave, lo-fi, and space ambient. 

I really like long rhymes too, so I incorporate them into my music sometimes as well! For instance, "under the vast sky, SPENT the NIGHTS RIFE with PAIN // cause part of me died when you WENT to BRIGHT LIGHTS LANE", but still figuring out how to implement these types of rhyme schemes into singing and slower songs.

With rhymes in mind, I also make what I call "frenzy rap", which is based on (a) a rapping throughout the entire beat (no interludes, pauses, hooks, etc.) and (b) long and complex rhyme schemes! 

I currently have three albums in the works, all with their own unique identities / soundscapes. I expect at least one of them to be done by mid-August 2025!

Expressing Myself through, Lyrics and Music is my way of cooping in this world <3

Constellatio North is a Canadian song writer Transcending borders & genres—A chameleon of sound. A lyrical smith crafting vivid emotions, boundless music, and messages for the world. Inspired by love, loss & the human journey.

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.

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