WNYU 89.1 FM: The Halftime Show - 2Face (A-Butta & L-Swift) Freestyle & Interview on 03/04/1998

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DJ Riz & DJ Eclipse ft. 2Face (A-Butta & L-Swift) - "WNYU 89.1 FM: The Halftime Show - 2Face (A-Butta & L-Swift) Freestyle & Interview on 03/04/1998" [Emcee(s): A-Butta and L-Swift] [Producer(s): Self (Original Instrumental from Cocoa Brovaz ft. Raekwon - "Black Trump")] [Intro: DJ Riz, A-Butta, and Trev] DJ Riz: Whoo! A-Butta: Uh, alright, OK. Haha, word up.  Big up to Mos Def.  Alright, OK, haha DJ Riz: Yo, you're gonna have to grab the mic, man A-Butta: What's up, Trev? Trev: My man L had to get some Hennessey in his system, man. ¿Qué pasa, NYC? A-Butta: OK. Aight, aight, aight [Bridge 1: A-Butta] It's the A-Butta. You know how we do I be representing for the Natural E crew and been Doing this for a while [Interlude 1: DJ Riz and A-Butta] DJ Riz: You like this beat? A-Butta: Yeah, I like this beat. Word, big up to Cocoa Brovaz, Smif-N-Wessun, know'm saying? [Verse 1: A-Butta] Raekwon. I'm from St. John's Blow up like napalm. Yo, I stay calm, my firearms Stay warm like hotness, I rock this off of the dome I got hot lips 'cause I be eating twat shit [Verse 2: L-Swift] Ayyo Who got this? Don't eat that twat lip 'cause it get you burnt out A, I turn up. Ayyo, I yearn ta Do my style whenever I flip it. It's like mystic When I sip it. I flip it just like a gymnast Or acrobat (Acrobat), pack a gat (Pack a gat). My man Mr. Man from the brackalack in Brooklyn. Ayyo, some call it Crooklyn Like my man Voo said (Voo said). Ayyo, I wish I had Two heads so I could have two brains. Ayyo, what's my New name? It's, um, L-Spliff. I tell this: A I get down, make you move your hips like Elvis in his pelvis Hey, you notice my shit is off-beat, but I Didn't mean to curse, hey. I'm from the Northeast, hey My man A-Butta, come on down, A Let them know how you rep NYU sound, huh Come on [Verse 3: A-Butta] Alright NYU sound, I get down. I'm from Uptown Peace to Cocoa Brovaz—this shit the "Bucktown" beat, it's sweet, y'all I rock off-rhythm, I give 'em… ayyo, I never used to Smoke izm, but ever since L, man, I had to listen to him And I just do it. I flow like fluid, y'all knew it. It's off The dome-piece. Now I'm sipping Hennessey—remember me? Yo, we could do this all night, it's all tight. Every- -thing is aight, you know'm saying? [Interlude 2: A-Butta and L-Swift] A-Butta: But, yo, yo, yo, let me kick this one real quick about how, how it go, how it go. Check it, yo, yo, check it, check it, yo, yo L-Swift: Drop that for 'em, come on [Verse 4: A-Butta] I sense A bit of arrogance the way that you talk. I'm trying to Walk a labyrinth (Where?) through the maze of New York. Miraculous With unexplainable thoughts, disasterous, my brothers Max and sip cases of malt, tasting the salt Street galleries with traces of chalk, one or more. To ghetto Cavalry maintaining a fort: open your TECs. I wanna Pound of frozen H2O surrounding my chest, create New flows and hope for success. 24/7 My life is getting closer to death—it's sort of like I'm under- -water while I'm holding my breath, gasping for air through My lungs. Been rapping for years—look what I done. Elaborate Gear and numerous funds? I don't think so Won't sink though, the ink flow to get signed. Brothers Always used to say, "In due time, Butta, you'll shine." Now my Tongue's numb, wet from the Mo'—forgot the rest for L-Swift Help me out with the flow, yo [Verse 5: L-Swift] Ayyo, it's for New York, New York, big city of dreams Flash in front your eyes quick as a beam, sicker than fiends On the 2-4-1, iller than schemes to get two more guns Natural Elements pursue more funds 'cause, this year My niggas raising the stakes from day to day 'Cause "Bust Mine" and "Paper Chase" was only a flavor taste Making space, you'll see what kind of mental we in, and if Your schedule tight, do the knowledge, pencil me in, and then We could swing like kids in the park flipping the art, and breathing Heavy, yo—it's probably the shit that I spark. And life's A movie—what you should do is figure your part, take a Spliff to the heart if you could read the script as a start. Taking My shit wrong is like a sniper missing the mark. Mind of Einstein freaking with equivalent smarts. I hit it Hard, yo, harder the weed in my guts, so keep In touch, a blind man gon' see when I bust, so, yo [Bridge 2: A-Butta] So Bust one time. This is for your mind. We gon' Do it like this. Yo, yo [Verse 6: A-Butta and (L-Swift)] Ayyo, some sell Their soul to The Devil. NE? Hell no. We're on A whole 'nother level—L know and Agu too You got me? I got you, repping this clique Mega skills what we're setting this with, proper etiquette Pop your metal shit, whatever, kid. We could settle this I'ma never quit, nah, even if the beat stop I'ma drop an acapella skit—hold up. You don't Know about the Natural E clique? (Ayyo, you better ask somebody) We're rolling thick to the (after-party). I deaded Half the Bacardi (Bacardi) on my way to the block, I'm zoning Far away from the cops, open. L-Swift Got a fifth, we're all taking a shot. Agu's Floating, blazing the crop whether we make it or not I'ma see you on my way to the top. Sky's The limit, my mind's infinite, nothing to change Three heads represent, but we're one and the same Natural Elements is up in the game, Charlemagne Structuring frame track so they could bump in your brain. You don't know? Oh, Butta's the name. Jump in your Range, raise This up, twist one and blaze it up, so, yo [Interlude 3: L-Swift and A-Butta] L-Swift: Bottom line, I'ma tell y'all something right now. For my Northeast peoples, yo A-Butta: Alright, tell 'em something right now, son. Go 'head, go 'head [Verse 7: L-Swift] Yo, bottom line, I cop A dime and then I rock your mind. Who's stopping mine? Me, A, and Voo on the Tri-Boro Bridge with cops behind. I got Some wine plus a spliff on my ears, Zippo my gear. I hope The 100-proof Smirnoff don't spill on my wear. You're feeling My rear? Hey! My nigga A was chilling with some… wow I can't curse, but I didn't rehearse when I do this Run through a joint with two lips. Hey, what is this? When I be grabbing the microphone, I be bucking kids Hey, my nigga Eclipse, DJ Riz, he Get down, we be repping like two kids be in The ballroom or, soon, niggas feel all doom That they can't see me, believe me. Just like Stevie You niggas Wonder, under, ayyo, just like a plunger Um, from the NYPD, can't see me—what? Get down, smoke a beedie. Yes, indeedy, hey I get down. Remember that joint I said about the genies? And the, um, martini and the joint I sip, hey Whenever I flip, huh, they call me L-Swift, hey My nigga A, pick it back up. I wrap up Clap up. Hey, emcees get the gats bust when I rap What? [Verse 8: A-Butta] Ayyo Shorty, I got something that'll quench your thirst 'cause when It come to hemlock, I get drenched the worst. Every verse Third, second, and first, mumbling words. I can't Talk straight or walk straight, puffing my herb. I'm in The club, where I'm bumping with birds of all types, goose- -necks and peacocks, they're getting wet all night. C'est La vie, a guest list with fake IDs. I'm at The bar with a chick who gonna pay my fees. Oh, you don't Think I'm really bent? Then you should look in my eyes and see Hennessey signs—mine crossing enemy lines. I'm wasted Off of the thug passion, off-balance but I'm Still in the club, dancing. 6 o'clock on The block, throw it up, laughing. I got a girl In this world, but I love rapping and gun-clapping And fund-stacking. From Manhattan, freestyle Off of the dome, sweet like satin sheets. You got beef? Then you should tell me. Yo, I drop so much shit That you could smell me. Yo, be up in Bellevue, I'ma tell you Me… and Swift, this is how we do, but, yo Get up on this mic and rep one time with something [Verse 9: L-Swift] Yo, first and Foremost, (What? Natural Elements) we drop a raw dose You ain't hear the first time, so I returned with more dope And I just burned some raw smoke. Voo, L-Swift, and A stand Like a life-sized statue of Elvis in Graceland, and F Corrupt jakes. They rushed the gates, but all they found in my pocket Was two Dutchies, a razor blade, and some duct tape So if you're looking for a cut face and broken jaw Make you feel like you was locked upstate, so close the door Most of y'all know exactly what this ish is about. I flow for y'all So come at me with a spliff in your mouth, picture the route The whole Northeast Bronx running with me. At a show They're coming for free, plus we're burning some tree. Got po' niggy Hunting for me, but, yo, mark my words: it ain't nothing I find a spot so I could spark my herb. I'm dark As curbs on a desolate strip, wet as it gets, hey I get down, Elements clique repping this with Presidents get caught like the White House, the mic's out What? My nigga A got the dykes out the room Hahaha [Interlude 4: A-Butta] Ayyo, I be puffing boom, yo, one time. Hmm, let me think [Verse 10: A-Butta] Yo, every Snare, my mind fiends for new lines just like a process That's logical, life is like an obstacle that's complex From potheads to prophets, God said we'll all profit First-class to cockpit, herbs laugh and pop shit My words blast and lock this, observe math and logic Murder raps with topics and serve cats that want this Burn that ass with hot shit, a hundred degrees. Messing With these emcees, you must be blunted on trees. I make All y'all succumb to your knees to A's flow and made dough Now I'm deducting your fees. Brother, please, I ain't Scared of none of these gimmicky, no-real-flow-skills Who mimic me—keep yourself pure. Chapter 5 Verse 22, Book of Timothy. NYC The crooked jux vicinity. You're looking silly, G Kicking them same hooks and similes. My soliloquys Are similar to symphonies that orchestrate themselves Properly, hops, go-go copping your spot Yo, whatever we drop, you know it gotta be hot, it's blazing "Raising Hell" like Run-DMC, spraying Shells 'til my gun be empty. I heard you want it, kid Don't wait to tell, come and get me. I'll save your hymn For A&R men. On drums and SP's and ASR-10's Foe or friend? You could choose one of the two, but think quick Before I bruise you in front of your crew. Oh, that's your man? Well, I'm sonning him too—nothing to lose. Messing With who? Kick in your grill, blood on my shoes Lyrics is ill and brothers chill while we're guzzling brews So, L-Swift, flip it, baby. (Whatyou want me to do?). It's on you [Verse 11: L-Swift] Police Is hunting for Voo, respond too—yo, it's an Elements world Elegant words make my legend unfurl. Even Melons get bust—hold up, nigga, settle the rush. Niggas Jealous as fuck—yo, got my metal to bust. Yo, tell 'em What up. (Nah, brother, I might mess up the flow). You freeze Like you was stuck in the snow, ducking the po' [Verse 12: A Butta] My click Is heavy-handed, something ferocious, bucking toasters But who the dopest? Scope but don't approach this You want dope? I'll overdose this, propose a toast to Kendu The king of smoking roaches, guns and roses Some say my flows come from Moses. Puff a ho's spliff And let the smoke circulate. Hoes deepthroat until They choke or regurgitate. Y'all brothers don't flow, y'all Impersonate me and my clique. You want to plead the Fifth? Open your mouth and eat a dick. Indeed, the beef is thick Hedonistic, must be a sicko to conceive with this script Our clique flow will make you flee the district [Outro, L-Swift, A-Butta, DJ Riz, Trev, and DJ Eclipse] L-Swift: Yo, yo, yo A-Butta: Aight, aight. Aight, that's enough? DJ Riz: Aight Trev: Alright, baby. I got you, son. Do it all L-Swift: Too much, man A-Butta: Word up, my man Voo, my man Voo Trev: I know Riz do, man A-Butta: Word up Trev: Voo, Voo's, Voo's doing something DJ Riz: Hahaha A-Butta: But, yo, man, we just wanna say, know'm saying? Much love to Eclipse and Riz, you know'm saying? For having us down here on the first show. It's gonna be the bomb joint right here, you know'm saying? I could finally put my tape back in the tape deck and be, like, "Aight, let me tape something," you know'm saying? DJ Riz: Hahaha A-Butta: Sleeping on Thursday man L-Swift: Or Wednesdays, all that A-Butta: Wednesdays, word up, all that L-Swift: But it's all good A-Butta: Yo, y'all on tomorrow too? DJ Eclipse: Nah, nah A-Butta: Or just Wednesdays? DJ Riz: Nah, nah, nah, nah, just the Wednesdays A-Butta: So that's cool, you know'm saying? I don't have to stay up two nights in a row, but I'm aight L-Swift: So if y'all wanna hear flavor like this, y'all know where to go to A-Butta: Word up, 'nough love, you know'm saying? Word up, yo. Natural Elements DJ Riz: Thanks for coming through, definitely. Natural E L-Swift: Yo, big up to my… one, one, one time… let me, let me say a big-up to my man Evahflow, big up to Nikki, big up to Ayana. Chilling in the house with me, you know? So we gon' be out like that DJ Riz: Aight DJ Eclipse: Yo, good looking, Natural Elements DJ Riz: Wow DJ Eclipse: Trevor DJ Riz: Wow Trev: Yeah, thank you, uh DJ Eclipse: The whole clan Trev: 'Cause this was the DJ for our show last week, man DJ Eclipse: Hahaha Trev: Whoever missed it missed it DJ Eclipse: The well-rehearsed show Trev: The well-rehearsed show up in Fat Beats DJ Eclipse: Haha, no doubt Trev: You know'm mean? DJ Eclipse: But, yo, this is the Halftime Show 89.1FM WNYU. 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