WNYU 89.1 FM: The Halftime Show - 2Face (A-Butta & L-Swift) Freestyle & Interview 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) 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. Every Wednesday night, 10:30 to 1, and we are going back, back into the music