Capital Storm

Yo, I break the code in Solomon's Lair

I leave you stuck in the ground like an Ottoman Chair

The mic and I date like a monogamous pair

And when it come to your life, I get dominant share

There's no prominent lair to compare me and rap

I'm never full cousin, I'm ready to eat a snack

And after you are beaten black

You're gonna bleed bright colors like the brush strokes seen from Peter Max

I couldn't even say you were fine at first

You get your shit snatched quick like a designer purse

I leave you stiff like you ride a hearse

If you think that this is bad, just you wait until my final verse