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

DJ Riz & DJ Eclipse ft. 2Face (A-Butta & L-Swift) - “WNYU 89.1 FM: The Halftime Show - 2Face (A-Butta & L-Swift) Interview & Freestyle on 03/04/1998”
[Emcee(s): A-Butta and L-Swift]
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[Producer(s) of Instrumental 2: [?]]
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[Intro: L-Swift, DJ Riz, DJ Eclipse, and A-Butta]
L-Swift: Yo, yo, what up, New York?
DJ Riz: What’s the deal, kid?
L-Swift: Chilling, man. Natural El… ayyo, congratulations, man, on y’all show
DJ Eclipse: Good looking. Aight
L-Swift: Eclipse, you know, Riz
DJ Riz: Riz, and Len, who’s not here. Yeah
DJ Eclipse: And Len, who’s not here tonight. Aight
L-Swift: Len’s not here, you know? Big up to the whole NYC, my nigga Mr. Voodoo
DJ Riz: Yeah
L-Swift: Everybody, Nightbreed, Charlemagne
DJ Riz: Yo, congratulations on your Lyricist Lounge spot, on the CD. That joint was tight
L-Swift: Oh, no doubt, no doubt. Yo
DJ Eclipse: So what y’all been working on lately?
L-Swift: Yo, we’ve been working on a lot of things, man. We’re trying to… let me see. Natural Elements is at a crazy point right now
DJ Eclipse: Yeah?
L-Swift: We’re trying to let the world know what people that have been listening to this station for a while knew about
DJ Riz: Right, right
DJ Eclipse: True
L-Swift: Y’all understand? So, it’s like, we need y’all help. Every, every effort—you know’m saying?—y’all could give is well-appreciated, so…
DJ Riz: No doubt
DJ Eclipse: No doubt. But you got, aside from the Lyricist Lounge, what else you got coming out?
L-Swift: Um, this joint, um, “Tri-Boro.” It’s coming out on, um, on this Nervous compilation. Y’all need to go cop that
DJ Riz: Oh word?
DJ Eclipse: Aight
L-Swift: “Tri-Boro.” Of course I’m repping the Boogie Down
DJ Riz: Yeah
L-Swift: My nigga A repping Manhattan
DJ Riz: Right
L-Swift: Uptown, all that
DJ Riz: Voo?
L-Swift: And Voo repping Brooklyn, so we gonna…
DJ Riz: Yeah, yeah, OK, you gotta get the Brook in there
DJ Eclipse: What about Queens?
L-Swift: I know, but we gonna, we, we gotta plan
DJ Eclipse: The, the remix, haha
L-Swift: We gotta plan with that. You know?
DJ Riz: Hahaha
DJ Eclipse: Aight, aight, aight
DJ Riz: That’s in the remix, you know?
L-Swift: We gotta plan for the Five, the Five Boroughs
DJ Eclipse: And Len say, “What about Jersey?”
L-Swift: Ahahahaha
DJ Riz: Hahaha
L-Swift: Yo, everybody in the house, so we rep for everybody, man
DJ Riz: Yeah
L-Swift: Everybody that love true hip hop, we rep for
DJ Riz: And, and congrats on the, uh, the Nervous joint for Eclipse
L-Swift: Oh, no diggety, man
DJ Riz: You know, you did your thing with them
DJ Eclipse: Aight. Yes, I mixed the tape and the CD, um. The vinyl’s gonna be just straight-up and, uh, I think that comes out in April
DJ Riz: April. Did you use their joint on Nervous?
DJ Eclipse: Huh?
DJ Riz: Did you use one of their joints?
DJ Eclipse: Oh, of course
DJ Riz: Oh, OK, alright
DJ Eclipse: See, that’s my favorite joint on the, on the compilation
DJ Riz: Alright, alright, just checking
L-Swift: Hahaha, “Tri-Boro.” Uh, yeah, yeah. Yo
DJ Eclipse: I can’t believe it’s taken A-Butta that long to find a record he likes
A-Butta: Yo, man, I’m just trying to…
DJ Riz: He, he wasn’t like that before, man. He used to just be like, “Anything,” and just, “Uh, uh, uh”
L-Swift: Yo
DJ Eclipse: Haha, he’s gonna get…
L-Swift: Hahaha. A-Butta
A-Butta: OK, whatever, man, I don’t care no more. Haha
DJ Riz: Haha
A-Butta: I shit on whatever, man
L-Swift: Northeast Bronx in the…
DJ Riz: As we, as we pass the headphones. You wanna switch?
A-Butta: Nah, I’m cool
L-Swift: Yeah
DJ Riz: Alright
A-Butta: What’s up, y’all? 89.1, we’re back up in this piece
L-Swift: Yo. Yeah, baby
DJ Eclipse: This is, this is another hostile takeover from Natural E
DJ Riz: Aight, word up
A-Butta: Nah, nah, we ain’t hostile this time
DJ Riz: Hahaha
A-Butta: I wanna say, “What’s up?” to my man Voo, man. He couldn’t make it today, man. You know how Voo do, you know’m saying? Word up. Big up to my man Hive and Elvis in my crib right now, playing NBA Live. Don’t leave, man. Y’all don’t got keys
L-Swift: Yo, big up to my sister Opal, you know? Out there
A-Butta: OK, OK, OK. My man Juwan Burrup at St. John’s
L-Swift: They got defense. Big 20
A-Butta: A.L., Charlie, Absolute, the whole clique
L-Swift: You know?
A-Butta: But, yo, what we, what we trying to do here? We gonna do a joint or are we gonna rhyme?
DJ Riz: Nah, nah, it’s, it’s all y’all, it’s all y’all
A-Butta: Play “Tri-Boro”? What’s up? And then we come back and flip it? Or we wanna rhyme right now?
DJ Eclipse: We’ll play it if you don’t like it
A-Butta: Play it if you don’t like it
DJ Riz: Yeah, alright. Tri era joint
L-Swift: Let me see, um. Everybody in the place to be
A-Butta: Eclipse and Riz, you know’m saying? Word up, they’re doing their thing. So what’s up? You wanna set it?
L-Swift: Aight. Should I set it?
A-Butta: Shut it out for me. Let me open
L-Swift: Aight. Yo, yo, speed that up a little bit so I can get into it
A-Butta: Right. Haha, right
L-Swift: Yo, one time

[Verse 1: L-Swift]
This shit is brand-new
Hot off the press. Always release shit I got off my chest
‘Cause if I don’t, I’ll be bothered and stressed and bug out
Like Flavor Flav with the clock on his neck. Invest
Fifty percent, pocket the rest, gotta strategically plan
Rock when I leisurely can. Northeast Bronx I could
Easily scan without binoculars—all I got
Is trees in my hand. Natural Elements fight-setter
Y’all niggas played like pinstriped Lees and tight leathers
Yo, one time for your mind. My nigga A
The trigger spray. A, it’s no curses
I flow first with my file. Ayyo, check my style
I get down when I rap my… I’ve been doing this
For a while. My nigga A, the trigger spray—I can’t
Say that. I lay back just like a 8-Track and ADAT
So what? When I spray back just like, “What?” Uh
My nigga A, get on the mic. So what you say? One

[Verse 2: A-Butta]
Ayyo, whatever the lever that I pull
It’s never the bullshit. Instead of the full clip clique
You get hit in the head with dialectics
Smoother than Cool Whip when I perfect my new script, son
You get schooled quick. Check the architect, then select
The newest blueprint when I project the movement of the mic
It might strike and brand you. Felt the track
Melt the wax when I light the candle, life’s trife to handle
But I endure literature that’s pure. Yours be
Miniature. Before you finish yours, I get mine
Musically inclined like the sign of a cleft
To my death, I rhyme, and, yes, I left you senseless
In the mind, plus I’m going to show no
Repentance, my flow’s relentless. You know
The sentence my lips is wet with sweat
Mixed with saliva. I’m testing your intestines
Inside ya. You genuflect
Like followers of Elijah. See, y’all go wild
For your style reviser. Reviving the art
That’s articulate, think. When I hear a track, my instinct’s
To start ripping it. God is infinite, I’m in it
Like my soul, I practice lyrical tactics
And mic control. Call up my brother Swift and let
The night unfold, take a chance like the dice I roll
Or the ice I hold. Don’t sleep, brother
We might go gold. While my style you stole, you stole
Only for a sec ‘cause I return with the re-
-juvenated respect, recuperated the threat
That I pose, and it shows ‘cause I got foes froze
From their nose to their toes, and it grows like the mold
On the loaves of old bread dough, leaving you petro-
-fied as I slide inside of the metro
I accept no fake, counterfeit—just wait
You get surrounded with this lyricist
L-Swift, kick it, yo, yo, uh

[Verse 3: L-Swift]
You want some hot shit? Yo, let me throw you a dose
Your hocus pocus flows could never touch the note that I wrote
Toke on the smoke. When I roll up, you’ll say, “What is this?”
Yo, pass the Heineken and mind your business
My mind is gifted, Elements Natural as fuck
So keep it Brief like a Pelican and pass me a cup
Back in the cut. Yo, y’all cats want some action or what?
You heard them other cats: next coming attraction is us, so what?
Ayyo, I know I can’t curse, but I didn’t rehearse this
I come down, I spit verses
My man A trigger-spray the figure ways
Grant PJ’s (Ayyo, man, PJ’s). Ayyo, Riz, you be the DJ
A, you know, ricochet

[Verse 4: A-Butta]
DJ off the ricochet. You know the style
We’re back-and-forth from back in the day in ‘96
Now I’m rhyming with tricks, I’m in the club, getting some licks on
In the open bar. Ladies free, I rhyme crazily
Nobody fazing me, yo. Blaze the tree
You could get on the mic and, uh, say it with ease. Go ‘head

[Outro: L-Swift, A-Butta, and DJ Riz]
L-Swift: Ayyo, say it with me. Ayyo, when I’m getting down, uh. Yo, change it up. One time, one time, yo
A-Butta: Uh huh. Right. Uh huh. Change it. One time, set it off. Go ‘head
L-Swift: Yo. I don’t like this joint right here, I don’t like this joint right here, so what we gonna do? So what we gonna do?
A-Butta: Yeah, yeah, me either, man
DJ Riz: You’re making me angry! There’s all types of beats in the world, man. Just pick a beat. Let’s, let’s, let’s play Pick A Record
A-Butta: Aight, let’s play “Tri-Boro” real quick, and let me come back, and we gon’ blaze this mic
DJ Eclipse: Come back? Alright
DJ Riz: Word up
A-Butta: I gotta get really bent right now. You know’m saying? Word up. Let me get open one time. Uh, my man Voo, where you at, where you at? Blessing a track. Y’all gon’ hear this joint called “Tri-Boro,” you know’m saying? I’m from Manhattan, my man L’s from the BX, and my man Voo’s from Brooklyn, you know’m saying? So we putting it down for each borough, word up
L-Swift: So y’all peep that. Wherever you… if you’re from the Bronx, you gon’ know what I’m talking ‘bout
A-Butta: Word up