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natural elements 89.9 interview freestyle on 07/27/1995 - stretch and bobbito lyrics

stretch and bobbito ft. natural elements (ft. dante pacino, mr. voodoo, and l*swift) * “natural elements 89.9 interview freestyle on 07/27/1995”
[emcee(s): dante pacino, mr. voodoo, and l*swift]
[producer(s): dj premier (original instrumental from das efx * “real hip*hop (dj premier’s lp version)”)]

[intro: stretch armstrong, bobbito garcia, mr. voodoo, l*swift, and dante pacino]
stretch armstrong: one, two, one, two
bobbito garcia: clear*the*phlegm beast
stretch armstrong: one, two
bobbito garcia: clear*the*phlegm beast
stretch armstrong: yeah, yeah
bobbito garcia: yeah
stretch armstrong: tell ‘em who you are
bobbito garcia: we got
stretch armstrong: bobbito!
bobbito garcia: yeah
stretch armstrong: before, before we get to that
bobbito garcia: oh, yeah, yeah, my bad, my bad
stretch armstrong: gotta let the listeners know what they’re listening to
bobbito garcia: we got dj…
stretch armstrong: every week, we have new listeners just shopping around the radio
bobbito garcia: we got, on the wheels of steel, he is doom*doom*doom*doom*doom*doom
stretch armstrong: yeah
bobbito garcia: dj stretch armstrong
stretch armstrong: yeah
bobbito garcia: yah, i’ma be hanging out with [?] tomorrow
stretch armstrong: and on the mic is bobbito mazzola
bobbito garcia: hahahahaha
stretch armstrong: actually, no, you gotta peep the new vibe magazine
bobbito garcia: oh wow
stretch armstrong: bob’s in there in, in arnettes and a kangol looking like, looking like puffito garcia
bobbito garcia: wowzers. yeah
stretch armstrong: puffito
bobbito garcia: and simon lavoine
stretch armstrong: simon lavoine talking about
bobbito garcia: foolish
stretch armstrong: talking about… oh no, i can’t even… should i say it?
bobbito garcia: nah, don’t even give it out, just let the vibe… let’s just… vibing again…
stretch armstrong: he really… yo, he did the crying game on vibe, he did the crying game
bobbito garcia: wowzers
stretch armstrong: yeah, and you’re in there, smiling, like, high
bobbito garcia: and i had the [?]*type t*shirt. high
stretch armstrong: my man simon lavoine
bobbito garcia: yeah
stretch armstrong: hahahaha
bobbito garcia: simon lavoine and his moms
stretch armstrong: exactly
bobbito garcia: hahahaha
stretch armstrong: yeah, yeah, and, and him and someone else
bobbito garcia: he’s cool peoples though, man, he like…
stretch armstrong: yeah, he sounded cool, he sounded cool
bobbito garcia: he like mobb deep, he like, uh, he like furious five, um, whatever
stretch armstrong: yeah
bobbito garcia: but we move right along. we have..
stretch armstrong: as we move…
bobbito garcia: from the underground railroad, jay smooth fame, my man mr. voodoo
mr. voodoo: yeah, yeah
bobbito garcia: on the m*i
mr. voodoo: yeah, yeah, what up, what up?
bobbito garcia: we have from wynu mayhem & martin moore fame, l*swift
l*swift: yes, yes, yes, yes
bobbito garcia: and we have from hollywood fame, dante pacino
dante pacino: aight
bobbito garcia: did i get it right this time?
dante pacino: yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
bobbito garcia: alright, cool. dante pacino. you heard all three of them just on the promo that mr. charlemagne
stretch armstrong: good looking on that
bobbito garcia: is that, is that correct?
l*swift: yeah, yeah
stretch armstrong: good looking on that, good looking
bobbito garcia: good looking
stretch armstrong: good looking, good looking, good looking
bobbito garcia: got people calling up already, asking about it
stretch armstrong: as in, as in “thank you,” as in “thank you.” you’re welcome, stretch. i mean, you know
mr. voodoo: no problem
stretch armstrong: thanks, thanks, charlemagne. charlemagne, i, i see you in your civilian clothes today. the last time i saw him, he was in a tie and jacket the whole night. i was like, “’yo, who are you talking to? me?’ my man”
bobbito garcia: yo, and l*swift, i, i, i imagine the single is doing well because we’ve seen you gain a couple of pounds and, uh, the banana venezuela syndrome
l*swift: i’ve been eating a lot, man
bobbito garcia: yeah. good, man
l*swift: i’m trying, i’m trying to stay healthy, man. yo, the singles are in some stores right now, big moms and pops stores. yo, one thing i gotta say is thanks to stretch for giving ‘em love, you know’m saying?
bobbito garcia: fortress, fortress recordings
stretch armstrong: yo, my man, i cannot, i, i do not even foresee getting sick of those records for, for months. i don’t know what it is. i mean, maybe it has something to do with you guys, but i like it a lot
l*swift: fortress records, my man randy, ray lugo, vidal goring
stretch armstrong: yeah, randy, he, he, he almost scared the daylights out of me on 86th street. i was walking out, he just jumped out of the store and grabbed me. but good looking, he, he, he eventually made it to the crib and dropped the records off. good looking
mr. voodoo: ayyo, peace to k.a., yo
l*swift: k.a. couldn’t make it
mr. voodoo: we’re here right now. peace to k.a., one third
dante pacino: word up, my man big walt, k!ller coalition, nah’mean?
stretch armstrong: fortress records, they got a habit of just jumping on people around corners. blaahh!
bobbito garcia: speaking about, speaking about corners, peace to my man el*p, bigg jus
stretch armstrong: oh, no doubt. lyrical punisher
bobbito garcia: those commercials just started running on a couple of commercial stations in the tri*state. peace to j*treds and i.g. off—also got a commercial running in the tri*state. peace to apani and trip, and peace to organized konfusion—guess who had something to do with that? anyway…
stretch armstrong: your mommy?
bobbito garcia: my mommy. yo, the m*i is open
mr. voodoo: aight. yeah, yeah
bobbito garcia: as the pause b*tton’s [?]
mr. voodoo: one time for your mind
bobbito garcia: and it’s time for representation. the house of representation
l*swift: dante pacino in the house, yo, yo
dante pacino: can it set it?
bobbito garcia: dante pacino
l*swift: what you wanna do, man?
bobbito garcia: dog day afternoon
mr. voodoo: go ‘head. l*swift and mr. voodoo
dante pacino: gonna do it like this, gonna do it like this
bobbito garcia: so what you gonna do? so drop the doo*doo
dante pacino: yo, uh, uh, uh, uh
bobbito garcia: dante pacino
dante pacino: check it out now

[bridge 1: dante pacino]
ayyo, yo, who these
b*tter*ass n*ggas? yo, get ‘em, handsome
sn*tch n*ggas for ransom, get shot up…

[verse 1: dante pacino]
before i start, i’ll take a sip of this martini, twist
slowly, proceed to wipe you off of my list. i want
nothing but imported wear, silks and cashmere
tiffany silverwares, living room with chandeliers
decorate my walls with federal notes
recline, i’ll see celebs to blow and suckers to smoke. i’ll be
the town’s al pacino, bought my own casino
party like the mardi gras of carnivals in rio
find me in the hot spots flooded with rocks, so i
divide thugs with ooh*wops, trifling h*lla cops. my
strategy could make the world collapse
and those i used to mess with similarly bounced as the market crashed
dante pacino’s only out for self
aha, i’m out for p*ssy and wealth
hundred g’s on the lamborghini, dimes in bikinis
shorties for driven benzies, houses in the indies
with intellect, do the business on the internet
throughout time zones on supersonic*type jets
no money off the weed, taking two and you’re hype. and with
the orient connect, i’m importing to china—why
therefore, my combination cracks the jackpot. divide
my kis into o’s

[interlude 1: dante pacino, mr. voodoo, bobbito garcia, and l*swift]
dante pacino: check it out, yo. get on and rock, my man. haha, pacino
mr. voodoo: one time for your mind, one time for your mind, it’s mr. voo in the place. i keep it on, i keep on, i keep on. check it
bobbito garcia: agu
l*swift: mr. voo, kick it, man

[verse 2: mr. voodoo]
now when
the mic’s on, flows bounce off the dome like nylon. i’m energized
like cybertron, idolized like an icon (no doubt)
to beat me is preposterous. i’m made of steel like colossus
plus noxious with the ink and pen, my strength’ll increment
i’m in here—where the f*ck you think i went? i’m stationary, inter*
*planetary, my words remain like hieroglyph
my brain can bring doom like the terminator’s microchip
hemlock’s in my type o, it’s got me on some psycho sh*t
my signature sound pounds miniature clowns. if i was
water, then i would float like the caribbean
i’m amphibian, plus i’m at my meridian
burn you with my… murder rappers by the millions
check it out

[verse 3: l*swift]
yo, it’s the l
i’m in the flesh, of course i’m fresh. i rule
a party like a chaperone, switch up my rapping tone
notorious like al capone, shoot up a party scene
i’ve been through drama rappers hardly seen. never had a godly dream
all i dream about is dollars and death. i walk
my borough late at night with alcohol on my breath. ain’t nothing
left to live for, so, wack emcees, i k!ll more when my sk!lls pour
l*swift is liver than a jam of gilmour, and i build doors
that can’t be broken down. i be choking clowns with fish and wire
wack n*ggas be on some funny sh*t like richard pryor
on the mic, i shine like new chrome. emcees, we walk around like
superstars but still live in a group home. for the new poem, i write
poetry like langston hughes. l*swift be hanging crews
chill and let my n*gga mr. voo embalm and bandage you
and watch you burn like candles do on easter sunday. l be
getting busy like a runway, but, still, i chill, relax
and learn ‘cause i’m long*awaited like a tax return
plus i’m quick to burn a rapper like relaxing, but, hey, you heard me
freestyle. well, check the written sh*t. i freeze emcees like
ice cubes and hand ‘em death certificates, yo

[verse 4: dante pacino]
yo, you couldn’t imagine all the luchi i be getting
f*ck a car—give me the 747
to roam the heavens, playing dice with christ, forgiving
my sins, remaining new york’s kingpin. this world
is my frontier, setting off expeditions
look out. coming with my k!ller coalition, n*ggas
of my entourage done did decades
if rhyming was the mob, then i’d be made as a
goodfella—you know why like joe pesc’. never
possess guess, but i still stay fresh. i want
different*colored kangols to match my timbos
sh*t that i be kicking leaves your mind in limbo
purgatory. narrate the crime story
pacino sets it on your entire territory, so
don’t even tell me ‘bout the sh*t your crew make. man, my
sh*t is on release like a brand*new clue tape
my man’s in the back of me, sipping on this daiquiri
my dime must have blind, you ain’t for the naked odyssey
‘cause, yo…

[interlude 2: dante pacino and mr. voodoo]
dante pacino: uh, to my man, yo, say what you got, yo
mr. voodoo: yo, yo, check it out one time, and i’m out, yo, check it

[verse 5: mr. voodoo]
now
to put it candidly, i’ll rip it grandibly
get flam with me, and that’s your last role like brandon lee
to challenge me’s unspeakable—why do the unspeakable?
seems i have to teach a few, defeating brews of rituals, so
forget the cliché. you gets no leeway—true
‘cause 666 is the route on my freeway
like nick and mallory, observe my gallery
as i increase in calories, i increase my salary
now, can men tally the mentality? mentally, no…

[interlude 3: mr. voodoo, bobbito garcia, dante pacino, and l*swift]
mr. voodoo: haha, check it out one time. i’ma chill right here, i’ma chill, i ain’t gonna say no more, aight? i’ma leave it at that
bobbito garcia: hahahahaha
dante pacino: check it out
l*swift: check it out, yo. ayyo, ayyo, yo

[verse 6: l*swift]
planet
earth was my place of birth. i’ll search
for the glamor and gold ‘til my grammar gets told. i’ll flow
for g*ngb*ngers that roll late*night, hold a heineken case tight
run up in cribs and open stage fright, living my every*
*day life like i’m supposed to. every year, i get close to
living life less than most do. i’ll sip a champagne
and give a toast to natural elements, close crew. collect
my money in stacks like gold*digger hoes do. i suppose
you should know my name now. i’m still the same now even though
i entertain now. i still leave bloodstains now, but, still
i live “my life” like mary j., relax and sip the perrier
and it’s a daily routine ‘cause, yo, i do this every day

[bridge 2: l*swift]
check it. it’s like that, y’all
check it as i flex it like that. ayyo

[verse 7: dante pacino]
no more
heartaches hustling tapes. searching for the break got me
flipping eggs in the plates filled with mignon steaks
all clichés, “forever”’s on the pinky tag
on the wrist. martini twist kind that keeps the notes crisp
for nickel toe*tagger. duck, spin, sh*lls scatter
rhymes with a bl**dy dagger. my thoughts grab ya
pacino calls all the shots. got cover girls calling
dante daddy, getting head in the allanté caddy
or stretch lincoln. my mansion’s worth millions
from milking stocks and bonds like mike milken, never
go broke. my full street’s paved with gold. maintain
a whole platinum soul, story is told. pacino
keeps it low*pro’, stolen jag is dark*tinted
contact the spirit, live the life for a hot minute

[interlude 4: dante pacino and bobbito garcia]
dante pacino: nah’mean? uh, uh, check it out like that. k!ller coalition
bobbito garcia: yeah. dante pacino

[verse 8: l*swift]
ayyo, wake up in
the morning, gather my thoughts, pick up my liquor, catch
a buzz, hoping my contemplations come quicker, man
y’all n*ggas really don’t understand. i paid dues
and i’ma have to stay true until my debut
whenever the time come. but, still, for now, i spit
lyrics for masses, teaching emcees classes, and time
passes quick as a quarterback, so i throw bombs at your
receivers. f*ck uncle toms and nonbelievers ‘cause they ain’t
making me or breaking me. i speak clearly
ain’t no mistake me, man. n*ggas ain’t taking me, man
ayyo, check it when i wreck it. what you thought? thanks to
stretch armstrong for all of the support
all the time. 89.9 is how i rhyme
l*swift be divine, and i shine like a dime
on the flow when it’s sunny, yo. gots to make this money, yo
coming through, pulling all the honeys though. you can tell there’s
no smoking in wkcr. i know
everybody says it, but, yo, i’ma just dead it, yo

[outro: l*swift, mr. voodoo, bobbito garcia, dante pacino, and charlemagne]
l*swift: it’s that, yo, it’s like that, yo. ayyo, ayyo
mr. voodoo: we’re out like that, man. we’re out like that
bobbito garcia: yeah. alright, so go out to the store tomorrow morning, bright and early when the nickel is on the floor and the sun is shining off of it
dante pacino: my man walt, i know you’re taping this. word up
bobbito garcia: and buy the l*swift fortress recording
mr. voodoo: word
bobbito garcia: go back in the back catalog, buy the mr. voodoo on fortress recordings
mr. voodoo: yeah, yeah
charlemagne: don’t forget that fat compilation
bobbito garcia: and the fat compilation
charlemagne: word up, medgar evers tomorrow at 6pm. um, l*swift will be performing also at spontaneous, 565 west 23rd street and 11th. thursday, august 3rd, it’s l*swift, cella dwellas, and the ten thieves, and l*swift will be appearing sat*rday at 2pm, and, if you’re lucky, charlemagne might show up, you nah’mean?
dante pacino: word, pick that up, nah’mean? ayyo
bobbito garcia: alright, dante pacino
dante pacino: word up [?]
bobbito garcia: the debut. good looking out for coming down, aight?
dante pacino: aight [?]
bobbito garcia: alright, there it is! natural elements. we roll back with stretch boogie in a hot sec. as we’re flying helicops, this is 89tec9 show in [?] new york

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