Stretch and Bobbito ft. Natural Elements (ft. Mr. Voodoo, L-Swift, Dante Pacino, and Charlemagne) - “WKCR 89.9FM: The Stretch Armstrong and Bobbito Show - Natural Elements (ft. Mr. Voodoo, L-Swift, Dante Pacino, and Charlemagne) Promo on 07/27/1995”
[Emcee(s): Mr. Voodoo, L-Swift, and Dante Pacino]
[Producer(s): Charlemagne (Instrumental from Mr. Voodoo ft. K.A. - “Relax Your Mind (Return of the 45)”)]
[Hook/Additional Vocals: Charlemagne]
[Sample 1 (Multiple Elements): Gwen McCrae - “90% of Me Is You” (0:00)]
[Sample 2 (Drums): Power of Zeus - “The Sorcerer of Isis (The Ritual of the Mole)” (0:05)]

[Intro: Charlemagne, Mr. Voodoo, and Bobbito]
Charlemagne: Yeah. Once again, Fortress Records in the house
Mr. Voodoo: You’re listening to 89.9, The Stretch Armstrong and Bobbito Show
Bobbito: Bobbito!
Mr. Voodoo: We got my man Charlemagne, Dante Pacino
Charlemagne: Yes sir
Mr. Voodoo: L-Swift and all
Charlemagne: R-Smooth
Mr. Voodoo: All your crab n***as’ll feel the force
Charlemagne: Big V. Word to mother
Mr. Voodoo: While we get it on like this
Charlemagne: This is how we do it, baby
Mr. Voodoo: Check it

[Verse 1: Mr. Voodoo]
I’m not
The player or the mayor. Aquarius is the sign
On my zodiac. Drink the strongest proof cognacs
With fruit juices. What Voo produces makes ‘em fold out and hurts ‘em
Badly like when Big Daddy sold out. No doubt, I keep
The fattest gear, highest caliber gats near and bring the atlas fear
When I subtract the wackness from the atmosphere. When this
Thesis is jotted, similar to when The Beast releases
Shots. I receive the props while competition leaves in cots
To battle me ain’t recommended, but, still, some must contend it
My dreams got fat knots and fat yachts and no limits
Plus guns with Black Talons in it. I keep my murder para-
-graphs indented with my name imprinted. Your whole
Frame is vagina-scented. Every sentence I said
I meant it and end it with a shot to complement it

[Hook: Charlemagne]
So relax your mind, let your conscious be free
Get down with the sounds of the Natural E
Relax your mind, let your conscious be free
Get down to the sounds of the Natural E

[Verse 2: L-Swift]
Ayyo, well, hand
Me the microphone or roll back. Emcees are like
Michael Jackson ‘cause they could never get their soul back
I’m in “Control,” black, like his sister Janet. You scream
When I slam it, I’m Off the Wall, so understand that, hey
My jam vexed—whatever—slam necks. Emcees got
Nothing to show like skinny bitches sporting spandex
Foul like hand checks, nastier than man-to-man sex
Writing lyrics so I can see this 50-grand Lex. They call me
L-slash-Swift. I rock a flow and flash a wick—it ain’t nothing
Natural Elements blast tips, I crash
Shit like an accident, multi-car collision when I’m
Thumping something, dumping a hole up in your pumpkin, man
I roll with n***as rocking low gear with no care
My flow’s rare, I swallow wack emcees like cold beer, so here
Take a whiff of this Natural Elements rhyme whether
You’re drunk or sober or blunted. I gots to see this Lex
GS 300 before my coffin close, but, for now
I’m spending loot and tossing hoes, sending troops and torching foes
Who bats a ’95 Porsche?
[Verse 3: Dante Pacino]
Pacino the
Enforcer brings the torture. Mad money extorter
Ain’t trying to see the penal, a judge for trial
My lifestyle is criminal accounts in the Cayman Isles
Got me opening sports bars, mingle
With Hollywood stars that roll dynamic sports cars. Fuck your
Tenements—give me co-ops and skyscrapers
Dollars like du Pont plus Carnegie paper. Check the
Intellect. I’m doing business on the internet
Throughout time zones on supersonic-type jets
The mean Maserati or Ferrari Testaross’
Automatic toast dust n***as that play me close

[Outro: Dante Pacino]
Dante Pacino, The Killer Coalition, 89tec9