The building was breathing. The crowd throbbed in unison to the heartbeat pumped from gigantic black speakers suspended from the ceiling. The walls perspired as the heavy workout ensued. This was not a place for the claustrophobic. With a max capacity of 700 at least 800 people were crammed into the historic Firefly club. Personal space…non-existent. At least 800 people packed into the historic Firefly club that night pushing the limits of personal and legal space. Fans who had seen great underground artists, from MC Supreme to Hawk Nasty, rise in this local hole in the wall, were lucky to make it into the building tonight. Standing room only: Bear witness to the second coming. His intense eyes peeked from under the faded black hoodie, left hand gripped the mic lightly as his right hand darted in and out, punctuating the staccato of his verbal assault.
I’m so caught in the moment, please pardon my focus/ Your party was hopeless till my squadron just rolled in…… Please excuse the author that wrote this/ He’s a bit biased towards Solomon’s dopeness.
This the kinda vibe that I can ride to on the road/ Your music lackin vital signs, it’s like it died and lost it’s soul.