Let Me Hear Your Raps

17 Going On 18.....He From Waco But He Come Through Htown Every Now & Then

Gurl, u b pregnant? Awwwww, *crys* u know wat, I trust you, ur my BIATCH aiight, so, I'll tel ya, aiight ma? I was pregnant when I wuz 15, but I lost the baby! *Crys harder*

-*-Cherri-*-

Oh Sh*t U Aint Tell My Ass You Was That Old *Slappin u*

Wat up my dude?
I b 19....I'm to old! ha!

-*-Cherri-*-
(u black?)

Cherri: I Recently Found Out I Was Havin a Baby

Mez Is Mexican n White...But He Mite As Well Be Black lol

Kul, hey, Gomez.... U black?

-*-Cherri Laquana Johanson-*-

oh, kk!

-*-Cherri-*-

I wanna see wat my DUDE b made of! yo, giv 'em da mike yo!

-*-Cherri-*-

*Passin Da Mic Ta Mez* Dew Ya ThanG (Slo aZz)

HAHAHAHAHAHA, okay, sry, my b! I'm one black BIATCH though! I must say! hahahaha, lol.

-*-Cherri Laquana Johanson-*-

I'm Blak n White Ma...So I Understand, Mez Sdfu

Yo, Nikki, I'm gonna get my oth'a BIATCH on, aiight, she can flo yo, fa sho! Quaadera's hur name, rhyme'n hur game, yo, strait up Gangst'a yo! Hang on my DUDEs!

-*-Cherri-*-

Aight

Hang on, hur phone b ring'n......She answered....... hang on!

-*-Cherri-*-

Okay, she's getting on, aiight, hang on.

-*-Cherri-*-

lol Mez Aint Rappin....Actin Shy n Sh**

Why?

-*-Cherri-*-

Was Up? Im Nikki

I Was Sayin Was Up Wit u Ma?

Sry, My mom says I have ta get off, fu*k hur1 PEACE my dudes, and rusty ain't true, you can flow, PEACE. And Nikki, Quaa can rhyme, let hur show ya, aiight, PEACE!

-*-Cherri-*-

Mez Yo Ryhmes Is Wack U Use 2 Be Hott//
Thought You Was a King But Ya Skills Is Not//
Come Through Yappin' Bout Clubbin//
Pussy Ni**a Wanna Claim He Thuggin//
Proud Of U Just To See U Sling Nothin'//
Battle Me If U Ain't Bitch Made//
If You Win I Promise U Gon Get Laid//
lol BATTLE!

Not Compared To Mez When He On His Game....Which He Aint Tonight...Gurl U Da Real 1 Wit Skills

:)

Finaly Yo Scurd Azz Opened Yo Mouf//
Wit Kitty Kat Own Yo Breath From Eatin Da Souf//
You Ate My Rainbo And I Nutted Some Skittles//
You Just Hella Mad Cause Yo Dik Is Little//
U Gets No Kat All You Know Is Lotion//
Rub Back And Forth (You Like That Motion)//

lol

lol

HAHAHHAHAHA! Quaa told 'em! HA! Nikki, I told you dat she can flow!

You, my gurls wit me,
The unbreakable three,
Can it be?
Can you see,
All of us rhyme'n Queens?
Quaa...Quaa....Quaadera in hur,
Nikki in hur,
Wat up boy,
You got told by a gurl!
lol

-*-Cherri-*-

lol They Edited Mez Last Post...I Knew It Was 2 Explicit

Cherri And Mis Qua Is Back On The Mic//
Sayin Fly Sh** Just To Keep U Hype//
Keep The Keyboard Burnin' Our Fingers Is Hott//
Feel The Screen Break Everytime We Drop//
Keepin' It Straight Gangsta P&Q Done Heard Me//
Reppin Htown And Pimpan New Jersey//

Yo, uh, yeah,
Nikki rock'n da set,
Like rush'n Moonnett,
When ya plce'n ya bet,
Don't b upset,
When you're broke and done,
We Queens are d ones who won.
My gurl Nikki, flow al da way,
From Htown,
To my hometown,
Ktown,
Bring it down!
My dude!

-*-Cherri-*-

Wat up yall, I'm tight,
Hell yeah I'm still rapp'n,
Come on, put your hands up,
And start the clap'n.
So wat'll be, any takers?
To challenge me?
Come on, don't be shy,
Dont'let your self go, don't let your rhymes die.
Like my gurl said,
Start rubb'n da lotion,
Yeah ya like dat, my motion,
My spell, no potion.
My rhymes are free, right out of my head,
I don't copy right,
Dat's all in your head.
So let me hear ya rhymes,
I won't ask alot,
No more times.
So come on all,
I'm not gonna fall,
Put the mike at my jaw,
To beat cha'll.

-*-Cherri-*-
^0^

Lyrical Princess...Here I Go:

Princess Cuts In My Grill.. Always Shinin//
Don't Stare To Hard Cause My Flyness Blindin////
Pregnant And Hella Sexy//
Girls They Wanna Plex Wit Me//
Baby Daddy Steady Vexin Me//
Cuddlin Right Next To Me//
I Still Keep It Real Wit a Buldge In My Belly//
Eatin Up The Whole House And Buyin Up The Deli//
Puttin Head Phones On My Tummy Blaze'n Rkelly//
I'm Bitter Sweet But The Baby Make Me Hellly//
Scared To Push Cause Pregnancy Kinda Scare Me//
Keep Sayin a Prayer Nightly For My Baby//
Thanking For The Gift That God Surely Gave Me//
Repenting For The Sin Never Regretin What He Made Me//
I Sinned And Got Pregnant But God Gotta Save Me//
*Holla*

Gurl, keep it real,
I know how you feel,
I got the same little meal,
It's a big deal!
God gave me a gift to,
Just like you,
I'm a mommy, we're mommys through and through.
Yeah it's true!
Thank God for my little Shaquan or Areana,
Go'n to praze, those days, like Madona,
Can I be any hott'a?
Pass the beer,
You queir!
Not you Nikki,
The guy the gurls fear.
Gomez, we were just talk'n bout chu,
Wat did you do,
To get through,
Be'n a guys boo?
lol

-*-Cherri-*-
*Chugs some bud*

Cherri Mez Thought He Waz Dope//
Untill He Went To Jail And Dropped The Soap//
Now 2 Sides Float His Boat//
He Get Flash Backs When He Drop His Coat//
*I Gotta Go...Luv Ya Gurl* -Nikk

*hugs*
PEACE MY DUDE!

-*-Cherri-*-

Hey Sunny, hows your pimp?
You're right, this guys rhymes are limp.
Wat's wit dat rhyme,
You're out of time,
My Rapp'n Prime.
So wat chu wanna type now,
Come on, and take a bow.
At least you tried,
Just don't hide,
Even though you probably cried,
Your rhymes died.
The make no sence,
All past tense,
Gott'a go,
Until next time,
PEACE!

-*-Cherri-*-

My rhymes are wack?
What r u on crack?
You dissed,
While your rhymes r dismissed,
Now u've made me pissed.
You're crazy,
Your eyes r hazy,
They ain't sweet,
They sour like Daisey.
You got problems, strait up all the way,
Yor raps r messed up, strait up GAY!
I think you need to run along,
Go sing with Barney, the I luv u song.
You're a little gurl,
In a big world.
YOU don't have to shout to be herd,
Can I get an A-MEN? Word!
Strait up gangst'a,
Your rhymes are aiight,
My rhymes are bett'a,
Bob's rhymes are tight!
Keep it real,
You rrhymes I wanna feel.
They have no beat,
The way Bob lets his astray.
Let 'em out,
Go ahead and shout,
Don't pout,
Let 'em out!

-*-Cherri-*-
PEACE!

Havent written a rap in such a long time,
felt like a X-con, i usto to commit that crime,
but im back on my feet,
with a new beat,
now i spray my rhyme

all of these influenced artist,
rap battlin out, to see whos the smartest,
got to admit everyone has the talent,
each have skill, each there own gallant
you spit your rage and spit what you feel,
let your rhymes come through u, thats whats real,
turn on your mic and let your words take control,
run it through your body, words have the soul,
Anger and Frustration, using fighting words,
pack em' all together, put em' in one herd,
attacking like a stampede,
words in coming out fast, changing your speed,
rapping against someone else then u suceed,
watch your oppoent walk away as they bleed,
not physically but in there mind,
cuz of the anger u put in each and every line,
stuck in there head,
of what you said,
and it stays and rewinds

wats up pplz, havent rapped in awhile, so ima lil rusty,

PeAcE OuT

Rico Smooth

Yo Rico! Wat's up my dude,
I like your attitude.
You can rap,
On he mic you tap.
Let your words flow,
Through the show.
I'll tell you now, you need ta know,
Let your spirit fly,
And your rhymes go.
Your voice is the key,
So please, let your rhymes free!
Wat?
Let 'em out,
Let 'em out!
Go ahead and shout!
Don't pout,
Just reroute,
Your mouth!
Let your voice fly,
Sky high!
Don't let 'em die,
With out a ride!
Let 'em out,
Let 'em out!
*PEACE!*

-*-Cherri-*-