Every bar in this is a kill shot — drop the line that made you rewind

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"Solid Snake" is lyrical warfare — a strike mission of metaphors, chakra references, and surgical rhymeplay. With lines like “I'll raid your whole house for a buck, that’s section 8” and “putting more holes in their heads than a bowling ball,” this track hits with elite-level wordplay and comic book energy.

This is Vaelrix in full combat mode — flowing with psilocybin ink, surfing syllables like a spiritual assassin. Fans of Canibus, Rhyme Asylum, or K-Rino will feel right at home in this auditory slaughterhouse.

If bars are your religion — welcome to the temple.

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my tracks glow like Zapdos
the way I rap flows, the shine bright enough to escape a black hole
give a shot out to Sweden, what a hallowed region
next to Vietnam, listening when I'm slaying demons
when it comes to rhymes, I'm inclined
to speak divine, the tongue that I wield is a secret kind
beat the life out a shaman to chakra realign
I was a red octogon, you couldn't see the signs
eat a mime then pantomime
hands of time couldn't repair the damage I left behind
megamind, a villain with sick authority
so laid back, death can never rigor mortis me
keep reporting me. I just absorb it later
already have Eobard as my greatest hater
I'll always savor the screams of people I slaughter now
every time I kill and they don't scream, it feels watered down

I've come to dominate
glow when I concentrate
hand to hand combat striking like I'm solid snake
underground and above, I control it all
putting more holes in their heads than a bowling ball

I've come to dominate
glow when I concentrate
hand to hand combat striking like I'm solid snake
underground and above, I control it all
putting more holes in their heads than a bowling ball

you would need Jet li to get me
when I set schemes I write til the pen empties
MCs, couldn't step into the desolate
if they felt emotion like I'd do, they'd be celibate
psilocybin inside the ink that I stencil with
so when I write incredible imagery, just expect that shit
I can write incendiary and virus
the go go gadget of literary devices
the stone faced martyr, your bones taste like fodder
heart beats radiation, it pulsates and slaughters
you can try and fight back but I won't face dishonor
when I flow, I surf and I won't wade in water
I'm a time bomb that's ready to detonate
I'll raid your whole house for a buck. that's section 8 
when I sleep I speak tongues and levitate
and when deceit comes I feed them to heavy snakes

i've come to dominate
glow when I concentrate
hand to hand combat striking like I'm solid snake
underground and above, I control it all
putting more holes in their heads than a bowling ball

I've come to dominate
glow when I concentrate
hand to hand combat striking like I'm solid snake
underground and above, I control it all
putting more holes in their heads than a bowling ball


Solid Snake

Lyrics:
“Confused his mind to ask himself:
 ‘Is today, today…or did I simply take a nap and have not relapsed yet, from an attack that feels like 48 hours. Wait…is this the third Day?’”

‘That was a miscalculation it was 5 days experimenting with his Lyrical Abilities…’

He’s a little pitiful illiterate runt that spews minuscule rhymes 

Brought only a Helmet to the front lines. Decided to punt any possibility for him to ever Lyrically Stunt

Words jump right out the screen, reliving him from this Life Cycle because I prefer him to be a ghost dying Infinite Times written in a mere five Days 

Effortlessly Infinite Tsukuyomi him since he was Oblivious of my Capabilities to do it to take a deep peak of his Atomic Nuclei responsible of the activity in his mind seen in femtoseconds to Override them with an accelerated rate of Atomic decay  

He attempt to bring a weapon out of his house, but doubts were right that he wasn’t fast enough. Installed Pop-up Spikes right under his “Welcome” Mat, and didn’t start the assignment until he moved first

Carefully watched him step right on it then told him: “You’ve been in your room too much. Welcome, to Outside”

He had until Sun Down to crawl back into his house. Since he didn’t, Bats the size of Goliath swept him right away and dropped him into Poseidon’s Darkest Territories, to Terrorize

Then told Poseidon himself:
“I know you’re in the water, but don’t forget our Contract, now Step Aside. The plan went accordingly to bait him first, and he would be delivered by bats to let you handle the rest of the combat 

Looks quite beyond that to me by this point. My other part I signed is that I get to retain the Skeletal Structure but not from an Overkilled Zombie. Kindly Complete the next missions that I give to you Competently, and maybe I’ll give you back your Trident”  

Divided his Atoms in Equal Space of Proximity until all Electron Communication breaks even though this is his first case encountering a real Human Aizen 

A “Big Contract” stating something but mostly Empty Space signing his Life away in trade of the mission. Presumptions that nothing in the journey would ever be Eerie, Ominous and Violent

No License of Functioning Planes sitting in the Domain that I put him in that he can’t simply Pilot Out of 

His Deoxyribonucleic acid can’t even stretch out to Physically see its Length. Mind Control him on a random day while he thinks this is over as Technological Advancements when I’m tired of Domination in my ACs

[Outro] 
“Divided his Atoms in Equal Space of Proximity until all Electron Communication breaks even though this is his first case encountering a real Human Aizen”

There’s a sequel to this. Placed the Space of his Atoms back minus the Electrons, then took the rest of the Waste to a hive that’s famished for human’s flesh

Periodically visit until the one instance reveals all biological units have disappeared and there’s nothing left to antagonize, to partake in vitalizing the environment

Big Contract’s 5 Day Diss Part 5.mp3

GrenFell is a rap tribute to the 72 souls lost in the Grenfell Tower fire on June 14th, 2017 — a tragedy born not of flame alone, but of neglect, greed, and silence.

The verses carry rage. The chorus holds grief.
We speak their names. We keep their fire lit.

This is for: 

Mary Mendy
Khadija Saye
Rania Ibrahim
Zainab Deen
Logan Gomes
Isaac Paulos
Aaliyah Deen
Jessica Urbano Ramirez
Ya-Haddy Sisi Saye
Denis Murphy
Marjorie Vital
Nadia Choucair
Elias Choucair
Fatima Choucair
Mierna Choucair
Zainab Choucair
Husna Begum
Rabeya Begum
Sakina Afrasehabi
Fatemah Afrasehabi
Sheila Smith
Sheila
Victoria King
Alexandra Atala
Vincent Chiejina
Mohammed al-Haj Ali
Ali Jafari
Hamid Kani
Hesham Rahman
Raymond Bernard
Gloria Trevisan
Marco Gottardi
Steve Power
Gary Maunders
Denis Murphy
Khadija Khalloufi
Maria del Pilar Burton
Steve Power
Fathia Ahmed Elsanosi
Abdulaziz El-Wahabi
Faouzia El-Wahabi
Yasin El-Wahabi
Nurhuda El-Wahabi
Mehdi El-Wahabi
Joseph Daniels
Raymond “Moses” Bernard
Kamru Miah
Rabeya Begum
Mariem Elgwahry
Amal Ahmedin
Berkti Haftom
Berkti Haftom’s son
Mohamednur Tuccu
Hashim Kedir
Nura Jamal
Yahya Hashim
Firdows Hashim
Yasin Hashim
Lina Huda
Hamid Kani
Deborah Lamprell
Mohammednur Tuccu
Ali Yawar Jafari
Fatima Elsanosi
Ali Elsanosi
Ernie Vital
Choucair Family
El-Wahabi Family
Belkadi Family

(Names included in good faith. Some listed as family groups for brevity — with all respect to each life.)

To the firefighters who ran in blind: We remember you.
To those who didn’t listen: This track is for you too.

Grenfell

“Promise” is a cinematic dark ballad blending haunting orchestral and blues textures with fragile male vocals. Mournful piano, swelling strings, ghostly electric guitar, and subtle percussion carry confessional lyrics about addiction, obsession, and broken promises. This song feels like a funeral lament, capturing the tragedy of making a promise you cannot keep. For listeners drawn to deeply emotional, gothic, and brutally honest music. Let “Promise” pull you into its sorrow. Listen, share, and feel every word.

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
This head of cancer
Infecting what I write
a necromancer 
my words are parasites
it's so revolting
I'm going through withdrawal
listen to scolding
it raised my cortisol 

these words obnoxious
but numb like lidocaine 
wicked subconscious 
submerged in Sonic rain
I am the toxins
that lives in Tylenol
this pscilocybin 
I had to write it all...

[prechorus]
it's the tragedy of an apathy, and a mind that wanders lost..
you echo inside, a jeckle and hyde, how much did the hollow cost?
evaporated hatred, when I realized I was all alone
the roads to your heart were broken apart then replaced by cobblestone...

[Chorus]
whether or not, I stop
I'm seeing beyond this
I tell you, I promise
the dopamine rush
it opens me up
I'm not likely to stop this
not likely to stop this
I shouldn't have made that promise.

[postchorus]
I just didn't think,
I would be so attracted to this
and I didn't know
it would become my reason to live 

[Verse 2]
I can't abandon,
the people I chose to keep
they're my companions
been around like a rotary
I don't remember
what it's like to not obsess
all I have are letters
and a pressure that's in my chest.

if I don't release it?
Then I flood from the inside out
there's so many voices
I need to speak them before they sprout
an invasive species
that will spread these corrupted weeds
this poison Ivy
disseminates through the speech as seeds

[bridge]
my promise, I can't keep it 
like a secret of suicide 
get blue when I recycle
refuse to reuse like the bin is dry 
unstable prophet
a meme coin with a high esteem
I have to rocket
if i didn't I wouldn't write a scheme

prechorus]
it's the tragedy of an apathy, and a mind that wanders lost..
you echo inside, a jeckle and hyde, how much did the hollow cost?
evaporated hatred, when I realized I was all alone
the roads to your heart were broken apart then replaced by cobblestone...

[Chorus]
whether or not, I stop
I'm seeing beyond this
I tell you, I promise
the dopamine rush
it opens me up
I'm not likely to stop this
not likely to stop this
I shouldn't have made that promise.

[postchorus]
I just didn't think,
I would be so attracted to this
and I didn't know
it would become my reason to live 

[Outro]
I love you 
I couldn't do it.
I tried. 
I'm sorry.


Promise

Freedom is a raw, cinematic gothic rock confession wrapped in orchestral strings, haunting piano, and crushing guitars. This track dives deep into the brutal irony of wanting freedom only to find yourself trapped in your own self-destruction. With sorrowful lyrics, heavy reverb vocals, and explosive orchestration in C# minor, Freedom explores regret, codependency, and the unstable foundation of letting go.

Step inside Vaelrix’s poetic world where fragile truths echo inside empty rooms and vivid dreams break through the cracks. If you crave dark, emotional, and symbolic music that blends orchestral drama with rock grit, Freedom will haunt you long after it ends.

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Freedom

Plug-n-Play is a global dance anthem built for movement. With Afro-pop rhythms, smooth melodic vocals, and amapiano-infused bounce, this track blends late-night energy with magnetic chemistry. It’s that call-at-midnight, move-like-we-never-left-the-floor kind of vibe. For fans of Tyla, Burna Boy, and pop with pulse.


Plug-n-Play

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…

Geologist Diss Part 2. Hawk’s Farfetches .mp3

Big Contract’s 5 Day Diss Part 1.5.mp3

https://www.reddit.com/r/raplyrics/s/jOCXcaZsrR

ChatGG (ChatGBT’s Battle Rap Bot) Diss.mp3

ChatGG (ChatGBT) Diss Part 2 .mp3

Evil Necromancer conjures bone and steel...

Crawling back from the Grave

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Vaelrix is a genre-bending lyricist whose work blurs the line between rap, poetry, and cinematic storytelling. With thousands of songs written and a catalog shaped by trauma, transformation, and spiritual unrest, every track is a raw confession wrapped in layered metaphors. Drawing influence from anime, philosophy, theology, and the darkest corners of the mind, Vaelrix delivers complex rhyme schemes and emotionally charged narratives that cut deep and linger. This isn't just music—it's survival through sound. Welcome to the archive of a soul set on fire.


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