MY RHYMEz:
FORGOTTEN SOULJAH
I fight battles off Im kno fo tha heat/crazy niggaz like me don`t need a repeat/I keep my head high in da sky when I don`t exist/try to write a couple lines fo this hip hop shit/I walk around wit a shadow hangin off my back/people sayin I ain`t real cuz Im neva stayin pack/I stay lonely in this world wit God`s protection/when Im bein let down I start askin some questions/If I wasn`t even livin or killin these demons/Hated by many I think I need some mo` reasons/When you rap a tight freestyle do tha peers feel you?/I don`t kno Im guessin not me they ain`t gotta clue/Im a ghost waitin to get up in heaven/Rollin dice wakin to see a 7-eleven/I guess its time to go my sorrows are no mo/Im bout to leave tha mic and hit da doe/Its jus useless,Im not even a poser/Thank you God guess ya kno Im yo forgotten souljah/(peace)
UNDERGROUND THOUHGTZ
I live tha underground murder to pain equals my fame/ from da war to tha guns that was added to my name/ T-A-Z deranged psychopathic souljah wit rhymes/ I slaughter heads whenit comes to death and deciet times/ Murder outcasts and misfits of all kind/ I kinda live with avengance put myself in a State of mind/ Isolated as Da Grim reaper of Rap/ These niggas becomin wack they ain`t hard wit a strap/ Taste yo stained blood on my katana blade/I`m an assassin that was meant to be made/ Pyschological error has brung me terror/ Bandanna tied to my face robbin kids and mothers/ Itz my mind that speaks out fo murder/ Positive to negative to only kill a brother/ From the streets of NY down to tha Dirty South/ tha place where I`m from wit a dirty mouth/ Ice chillin in my jawbone burnin microphones/ Kinda wreckless like a workaholic dyin at home/ I give heart attacks to tha young and tha elderly/ despite whut they say I kill things that are worthy/ To every gun blast if it ever made a sound/ This fo my crew that spit the Underground/
