JCherry vs Periodik
 

03-23-2002


jcherry verse(s):
yo yo yo when i spit it on the mic its like i make it midnight/
cause if you can flow with the kid then step of dike./
dog you sold out like ticket master outlet/
you want to battle me and get yo mouth split/
cause i crush and i brush i dont give a fuck aint no way you could fuck wit us.
you say you rap but you rap slezaly/
i dont want to battle this fake ass eazy-e
cause i hate niggas that more than this boy/
you cant rap cause you wear fake ass cordarois/
Cause about to slice you like a ginsu/
and anything you say can and will be used aganist you/
you say you could rap/
but your a whack lier/
damn all ya cherry jokes have backfired/

Part II:

IF YOU WANT TO BATTLE ME I WILL PUT YOU IN THE GALACY/
CAUSE IF YOU TALK SOME SHIT IM TAKING YA FAMILY/
CAUSE WHEN I DO THAT IF YOU WANT TO ATTACK/
I WILL JUST CALL THE RAT PACK/
CAUSE IAM GOING TO FUCK YOUR MOM AND PUT IN A FAT SACK/
THEN WHEN PEOPLE SEE ME ON THE STREETS I WILL BE TREATED/
LIKE A KING/
AND I WILL BE WEARING A FAT RING/
AND IF YOU COME UP IM GOING TO STAB YOU IN YOUR SPLIN./
AND THIS IS ALL I WROTE/
WHEN YOU SEE HIM ON THE STREETS PLEASE GUARD YA BACKS FOLKS.
THE DIABLOS FOR LIFE
(13 Bars)

Periodik's verse:
aiyo, when I'm steppin-ontha-stage, I'm blessin-your-brains//
reppin-my-name, dont' get "mad" jcherry, u "better-get-tame"//
I'm expectin-some-change, all the top-guys are gettin "smacked" like "pop-flys"//
drop-rhymes and hotlines, "so fast", it looks like I "stopped-time"//
I got-my, black-gat, ya better watch-where-u-at//
even if u "taped mirrors-to-your-hat", u still couldn't "watch-your-back"//
I topped-u-wacks that can't command-this or can't comprehend-this//
your rhymes are "useless" like an "appendix"//
no one-wreck-this, u wanna "test me" witout "reviewin your-notes"//
"so sick", I take 4-totes, & store-smoke in my lungs & "easily get a sore-throat"//
I spit-more-flows, then u can ever in your lifespan//
u ain't a hype-fan, u "ride-dick", that's why u got a "bigger right-hand"//
I fight-bands, I'm spittin-this while I'm thinkin-it//
u got writtin-shit, takin eminem's lyrics, your pen's got a bittin-tip//
I'm hittin-kidz, I'm goin wild, FUCK IT, I got the best-style//
like the X-files, carve a 1/2-circle on your abs to make your chest-smile//
ya in denial, ya wacks-believe that I ain't strapped-wit-heat//
smack-ya-geeks, "bite me", then you'll get "cavaties"//
I ravage-dweebs, I talk on my big-mic and spit-ice//
so sharp, it "split-minds" and make catz "think-twice"//
your "career's shorter" than a "blink-fight", I dropkick//
and drop-hits, so hard, it leaves "gay pilots" in "cock-pits"//
I pop-lips...than ya'll, I rap-more//
and attack-more, "erase ya" like some "blackboards"//
{take-that-whore}
(12 Bars)