The name’s Solo ThaRappa, better known in the world as the Cerebral Warhead.

Tulsa built me. Madness refined me. I don’t rap for the masses—I speak for the chosen few who hear war in rhythm and see truth between bars.

Connected to Snowhouse like veins feeding a cold-blooded machine—our presence ain’t announced, it’s felt.

My verses are riddles in the smoke. My cadence got teeth. Every drop is a sermon from the edge.

So if you tuned in for something soft, switch lanes. But if your soul’s got weight, and your ears know real—

Step in. But don’t expect to walk out clean.

Welcome To My Maddhouse.

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