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

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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