Stretch and Bobbito ft. Natural Elements (ft. L-Swift and Mr. Voodoo) - “WKCR 89.9FM: The Stretch Armstrong and Bobbito Show - Natural Elements (ft. L-Swift and Mr. Voodoo) Interview & Freestyle on 01/05/1995”
[Emcee(s): L-Swift and Mr. Voodoo]
[Producer(s) of Instrumental 1: [?]]
[Producer(s) of Instrumental 2: [?]]
[Producer(s) of Instrumental 3: Charlemagne]
[Producer(s) of Instrumental 4: Charlemagne]
[Producer(s) of Instrumental 5: Charlemagne (Original Instrumental from Natural Elements (ft. L-Swift and Mr. Voodoo) - “Yes Yes Y’all”)]
[DJ(s): Stretch Armstrong and Bobbito Garcia]
[Additional Vocals: Stretch Armstrong, Bobbito Garcia, Charlemagne, and G-Blass]

[Intro: Bobbito Garcia, Stretch Armstrong, Mr. Voodoo, Charlemagne, G-Blass, and L-Swift]
Bobbito Garcia: This is the Stretch Armstrong Show!
Stretch Armstrong: Yo, yo, yo
Bobbito Garcia: My name is Bobbito! And, uh, peace to all the peoples in the place to be. We have the Fortress
Stretch Armstrong: This is reminiscent of 1991, all the people up in here
Bobbito Garcia: Yeah
Stretch Armstrong: Lots of heads
Bobbito Garcia: This, this doesn’t happen often, this definitely does not happen often, and it will not happen again, but we have the Fortress Family in the place to be, and, uh
Mr. Voodoo: Aight
Bobbito Garcia: We have Mr. Voodoo
Mr. Voodoo: True
Bobbito Garcia: And L-Swift
Mr. Voodoo: Yeah
Stretch Armstrong: Aight
Bobbito Garcia: And their peoples in the back. What’s up, peoples?
Stretch Armstrong: Charlemagne
Charlemagne: Yeah, chilling, man, chilling
Stretch Armstrong: Aight
G-Blass: G-Blass!
Mr. Voodoo: Yeah
Bobbito Garcia: G-Blass, Charlemagne, and Randy, who’s, who’s not here
Mr. Voodoo: Yeah, yeah, peace to my man KA
Bobbito Garcia: But you know what?
Mr. Voodoo: What’s up, man?
Bobbito Garcia: Voodoo, you look mad tired, B
Mr. Voodoo: I am, man. I’m tired, y’all
Bobbito Garcia: I know. You look tired, you look bad
Mr. Voodoo: Yeah, haha, it’s all good though
Bobbito Garcia: I’ll tell you what: we’re just gonna get to the… to what we’re here to do
Mr. Voodoo: Yeah, yeah
Bobbito Garcia: Stretch, you wanna bring that down? Wanna bring it down here or you wanna bring it down there?
Stretch Armstrong: Nah, when that, when that beat comes down, I’ll just… I’ll take it up. Bring that beat in
Bobbito Garcia: OK
Mr. Voodoo: Yeah
Bobbito Garcia: Aight, so we’re just gonna let you guys do… do what you’re here to do. You can’t hear? You can’t hear yourself?
Mr. Voodoo: Yeah
Bobbito Garcia: Keep on talking. Come on, baby, do it quick
Stretch Armstrong: Nah, nah, that ain’t on. That mic ain’t on. Hold on, hold on
Bobbito Garcia: Make sure that it, that it’s plugged in. Keep on talking, baby
L-Swift: Aight
Stretch Armstrong: Now your mic’s on?
Mr. Voodoo: Yeah
Bobbito Garcia: Yeah
Mr. Voodoo: I think it’s good over here
Bobbito Garcia: Voodoo’s… alright, I’ll tell you what…
Stretch Armstrong: Share that, share that mic
Mr. Voodoo: Aight
Bobbito Garcia: Yeah, you just gotta share that mic, alright?
Stretch Armstrong: Bobbito
Bobbito Garcia: So here we go! Yeah
Stretch Armstrong: Bob, press that, press that “Play” up there. Yeah
Bobbito Garcia: Here we go. This is the Stretch Armstrong Show
Stretch Armstrong: Yes, yes
Mr. Voodoo: Aight
L-Swift: Yes, you can turn that up
Mr. Voodoo: Yeah
L-Swift: One, two, one, two. Yo, move up to the mic
Mr. Voodoo: One, two, one, two, and it don’t stop
Stretch Armstrong: You gotta get up closer to the mic
L-Swift: Yo, one, two
Mr. Voodoo: Check it out, man
L-Swift: Yo, we’re gonna, um, we’re gonna wait ‘til this beat finish and then we’re gonna get into it like this, yo
Bobbito Garcia: Now tell them who you are
Stretch Armstrong: Ahh, ahh
L-Swift: L-Swift is in the house, Fortress Records
Mr. Voodoo: Mr. Voo in the house. Fortress
L-Swift: Yo, check it out, yo, we’re gonna do it like this, one, two
Charlemagne: Aight. Uh
Bobbito Garcia: Yeah
Mr. Voodoo: Yeah
L-Swift: One time for your mind, coming through for ’95, kicking it live. Yo, yo, check it, yo

[Hook: L-Swift and Mr. Voodoo]
[L-Swift and (Mr. Voodoo)]
Well, it’s
The L (Baby, baby). Ayyo, it’s the L (Baby, baby). Ayyo
I rock the mic well ‘cause it’s the L (Baby, baby). Ayyo
The L (Baby, baby). Yo, it’s the L (Baby, baby). Ayyo
I rock the mic well ‘cause it’s the L (Baby). Yo
It’s Mr. Voo (Who?). It’s Mr. Voo (Who?). It’s Mr. Voo
[Mr. Voodoo and (L-Swift)]
And wack rappers I’m running through (True)
It’s Mr. Voo (Who?). It’s Mr. Voo (Who?). It’s Mr. Voo
And wack rappers I’m running through. Kick it

[Verse 1: L-Swift]
I run
Through emcees who claim to be lyricists, my state of mind
Is darker than licorice, it darkens when I think of shit
My wickedness cannot be shut down. Call me that Uptown
Intellectual, invincible, cynical, untypical
Mystical individual. Criminal, minimal rappers
Stay back and learn it, observe it, but if you got no skills
The microphone? You don’t deserve it—that shit is mere fact
Hope you can hear that, and if you can, open your listeners
I’m splitting the skins of my foes like prisoners in gang fights
Whatever my hand writes develops into obliteration
Of my opponent like a tournament, I’m hanging emcees
Like ornaments quickly, I play emcees more than
Hot 97 play Biggie. Give me…
[Interlude 1: L-Swift, Bobbito Garcia, and Mr. Voodoo]
L-Swift: Ahh!
Bobbito Garcia: Ahh! Hahaha
Mr. Voodoo: Check it out, check it out, one, two, check it out. In the place, Mr. Voo. Check it out, yo, check it out, yo, check it

[Verse 2: Mr. Voodoo]
To put it candidly (What?), I rip it randomly
Get flam with me, and that’s your last role like Brandon Lee
To challenge me’s unthinkable—why do the unspeakable?
Seems I have to teach a few, defeating Voo’s unreachable, so
Fuck all 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 calorie, I increase in salary, I
Expose those underlings like they were underthings, my style’s
Thundering, these blundering idiots wondering
What is he? Human or is he a robot? ‘Cause when
I’m on the microphone, nobody possess
The energy. With symmetry, I make you lose control of the
Biological functions of your biochemistry
You know the current’s G, I’m real. My pineal is cocked
Like Glock nine steel. Now go for what you feel

[Verse 3: L-Swift]
Yo, I think of
Myself as a vision who make incisions like a knife slash
‘Cause when I kick flows, it’s like approaching death—I make your life flash
Before your optics when I drop this toxic, but it cures like
Antibiotics, styles I’m picking like pockets. From my
Various assortment of flavors I choose or invent
I divide minds, my nickel-plated nine shines, I define
Rhymes for primetime, walking a fine line, I blind minds
In streets, I find dime shorties and date ‘em like a timeline
[Interlude 2: L-Swift and Mr. Voodoo]
L-Swift: So, yo, one, two, one, two, yo. Come down, come down
Mr. Voodoo: Check it out, one, two, check it out, check it out, yo

[Verse 4: Mr. Voodoo]
Now
Emcees come and go, get replaced, and dethroned
But seldom does a real poet grace the microphone
I’m like a precious stone, rare as a mineral
In this time when clitoral front like they’re criminal
Enemies among us spread lies like a fungus
They’re little, I’m humongous

[Bridge 1: Mr. Voodoo]
So check it out, son, here’s some real vocabulary like
This and-a, check it out, and-a now

[Verse 5: Mr. Voodoo]
My flows just precipitate, no emcee can reciprocate
Many anticipate, but Voodoo never will capitulate
I capsulate and capsulize these raps in castles
My projectiles project styles, I capsize and cap fools
The coronary…

[Interlude 3: Mr. Voodoo and L-Swift]
Mr. Voodoo: Haha, I’ma leave at that, aight?
L-Swift: Yo, yo, check it out, check it out, one, two, yo

[Verse 6: L-Swift]
I speak
Words of warfare—call me the Bronx Veteran
Fly woman? Get her in. I cure just like I’m medicine
More than Excedrin ‘cause, verbally, L is untouchable
Words I drop down is similar to when the Glock sound
Meaning emcees scatter like crackers in riots, run for
Protection. My motto is perfection for collection of loot
Lyrics I shoot like weaponry, automatic
Cap-buster, what I kick is dope—call me a rap hustler
‘Cause when I flow, jakes be staking out, wack emcees be
Breaking out, leaving the premises when I release lyrical sentences
No other emcee could enter this. I stay on top
Of my game ‘cause I believe in perseverance, I be
Holding rappers back like I was sample clearance, my
Appearance might not be of a threat, but, of course, if I
Didn’t tell you, then your ass would be lost in
The flow, so think about it. How would you know? Yo
Mr. Voodoo, come down with the flow

[Verse 7: Mr. Voodoo]
Mr. Voodoo
Innovates (What?) hip hop. Your style is old
So renovate it (And what?) or get dropped (OK). Your flows drip-drop
Like leaky faucets, I’m a reservoir. You know the repertoire
Yearly, monthly, weekly, I toss it
Never lost it ‘cause it’s internal. My journal
Entries cause internal injury. The undilutable
Hemlock’s the suitable remedy. I put iron
Nails under the cuticles of my enemies
I bombard and come hard, leave scum scarred, so unguard
What I’m rocking is studied like doctrines of Master Fard
Lethal like lard. Rappers I diss hard and discard
Rock discotheques and disconnect the incorrect

[Interlude 4: Mr. Voodoo and L-Swift]
Mr. Voodoo: Like that, and-a
L-Swift: Check it out. Ayyo, check it out. One, two, yo, check it, yo

[Bridge 2: L-Swift]
Lyrics
I bust like an automatic slug for n***as who violate
My styles are great

[Interlude 5: L-Swift, Bobbito Garcia, Mr. Voodoo, and Stretch Armstrong]
L-Swift: Yo, I’ma start that over
Bobbito Garcia: Hahaha
L-Swift: Lyrics I bust like a slug, so, yo
Bobbito Garcia: Hahahahahahaha
Mr. Voodoo: Haha
L-Swift: Yo, check it out, one, two. Yo, one, two, one, two
Stretch Armstrong: Take Two
L-Swift: I know I just messed up, but I’ma kick it like this, yo. Check it out, check it out, one, two. I know I’m messing, but, yo
Bobbito Garcia: Nah, nah, do your thing. L-Swift, Take Three (*Click*)
L-Swift: Check it out. Aight, aight. Take Three, Take Three in the place to be. I’ma do it like this, yo

[Verse 8: L-Swift]
Yo, L-Swift
Is coming through. Emcees, check the lyrical
N***as getting cut off just like they were the umbilical
Check out the style that L-Swift be strictly professing
L-Swift grabs the microphone, I’m never less and I’m more
Emcees sore like a condor soar. You wanna hang
With L-Swift, but you don’t have no more type
Of flows ‘cause I’m blessed, and you know I manifest the styles
‘Cause I am the best, ripping out on Stretch and Bobbito
Emcees know they get ate like Fritos when they
Try to hang with L-Swift, but, yo, I’m gonna, um, kick
The speed flows like this. Emcees know I never miss
‘Cause I kick the clever shit, and you better get out of my face
‘Cause I erase like this. Emcees be trying
To miss, but Mr. Voodoo come down with the bliss

[Interlude 6: L-Swift, Bobbito Garcia, and Mr. Voodoo]
L-Swift: Ayyo, come down one time
Bobbito Garcia: Yeah, yeah, last one, last one. Do your thing, baby
Mr. Voodoo: One, two, one, two. Aight, check it. Check it out, one, two, as we do it like this, and-a check it out now

[Verse 9: Mr. Voodoo]
Let us
Begin. Is it live or is it jive? I stay on that
Tail like a state trooper on a Jersey Drive. This is
Hip hop purified—with nutrients, it’s fortified. Call me
The pilot for your eye. Like a tour guide, I show the way
The flows I say make many a protégé, rappers be
Fronting when they know they’re gay. Homos, stay back
I stack G’s, so extract these
N-U-Ts out your throat. Kick melodies for c-notes over
Beats, I float like a deceased man, toted like an
Obese man, Teflon-coated, but y’all’ll pull policemen
Your ho’s holding my sausage. I’ll hold a crowd hostage, so put
Your hands in the air—you’ve been surrounded. I’m pound-
-for-pound the shit. You’re too counterfeit to coun-
-teract. I fiend blood of the wack like Count Drac’
Emcees be trying to bounce back, but ain’t an ounce fat
Sounds fat? Well, kid, you don’t even know the half
I’m deep as a vaginal shaft. Blind, deaf, and dumb will feel the wrath
When papers touched by lithograph, cool as Miller draft
When it comes to mental faculties, you are understaffed just
For thinking of competing with me. Don’t make me “hah”

[Verse 10: L-Swift]
Ayyo, lend me
Your mind when I rhyme. Lyrics disseminate
Through your mental, they penetrate, posses disintegrate
So let me demonstrate lyrics and grammar, I do
Damage to stuff just like my name was David Banner. L-Swift
Is naturally, mentally, and physically fit, lyrically lit
Just with that rhythm Charlemagne hit me with. I stick foes
Physically rip shows, L-Swift flows, and multiple
Fluctuation my shit goes, I represent my zip code
To the fullest, no bullshit. My mind remain level, never
Get gassed up, physically blast up, suckers get patched up
Quickly. L-Swift be making emcees feel tre-
-pidation, never decline—I stick to elevation

[Outro: L-Swift, Bobbito Garcia, Stretch Armstrong, Mr. Voodoo, and Charlemagne]
L-Swift: Like that, y’all. Fortress Records in the house one time for your mind
Bobbito Garcia: Yeah, Fortress
Stretch Armstrong: Aight, aight, aight
Bobbito Garcia: …fat, but he’s still breathing
L-Swift: Hahahahahaha
Bobbito Garcia: Yo, aight, yo. Mr. Voodoo
Stretch Armstrong: Yo, yo, yo, hey, what’s going on with you, Voodoo? I know you had a record out before
L-Swift: Yo
Mr. Voodoo: Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know’m saying?
Stretch Armstrong: What’s happening with all that?
Mr. Voodoo: Probably this year, we’re gonna put out something else out, you know’m saying?
Stretch Armstrong: Aight
Mr. Voodoo: Right now, we’re trying to get this thing going, you know? Keep it flowing and all of that
Charlemagne: Charlemagne
Stretch Armstrong: Aight, aight
Bobbito Garcia: Ahhh!
Stretch Armstrong: What’s up, Bob?
Bobbito Garcia: I didn’t tape it
Stretch Armstrong: I taped it
Bobbito Garcia: I know
Stretch Armstrong: It’s on the DAT (*Instrumental from Natural Elements (ft. L-Swift and Mr. Voodoo) - “Yes Yes Y’all” starts playing*)
L-Swift: True
Bobbito Garcia: Alright, we’re gonna bring this Charlemagne, Shalimar… oh… Charlemagne, Shalimar. Hahahaha
Charlemagne: Charlemagne, Charlemagne in the house
Bobbito Garcia: Charlemagne, I enjoyed that beat, that last one
Charlemagne: Yeah
Bobbito Garcia: We’re gonna bring it down. Stretch, bring me something. This is Eighty…
Stretch Armstrong: I’m, I’m bringing you a song on
Bobbito Garcia: Oh, OK
Stretch Armstrong: I’m, I’m not bringing you an instrumental
Bobbito Garcia: Well, I’ll leave that, that up
Stretch Armstrong: Aight
Bobbito Garcia: Alright, so Mr. Voodoo
Mr. Voodoo: Yo
Bobbito Garcia: L-Swift
L-Swift: Aight, peace, y’all
Bobbito Garcia: What now?
Stretch Armstrong: Thanks for coming down
L-Swift: Aight
Bobbito Garcia: No doubt
Stretch Armstrong: Definitely. It’s been a long time, we gotta get you back up here again, know’m saying?
Bobbito Garcia: Yeah, I wanna say, “What’s up?” to my man Trevor representing Hip Hop Atlanta, and, uh, that’s it. I wanna say peace to Jay Smooth
L-Swift: Oh yeah, peace to, um, my man Brian and his sister Carrie
Bobbito Garcia: Yeah, I wannna say…
Mr. Voodoo: Ayyo, peace to KA, man. Where you at, man? You’re supposed to be here now, kid
Bobbito Garcia: I wanna say, “What’s up?” to Martin Moore and, uh, Martin Moore and Mayhem from NYU
L-Swift: Sunset!
Bobbito Garcia: Yeah, they definitely… I’ve been hearing about you guys for a, for a long time
Stretch Armstrong: We’ve been hearing ‘em for a long time
Bobbito Garcia: Yeah, yeah, yeah, that too, but I’m saying, “Hearing about them”
Stretch Armstrong: Yeah
Bobbito Garcia: Listen. Alright, well, that’s it. Hey, alright, thanks a lot, guys
Stretch Armstrong: In fact, in fact, I, I bought their record, I bought all, I bought their record
L-Swift: Ha, true
Bobbito Garcia: Yeah, a juice and quarter
Stretch Armstrong: Rocking solo, I bought their record
L-Swift: Ah, Mayhem told me that too
Stretch Armstrong: Yeah, uh, uh huh, well he wasn’t lying
L-Swift: Haha, aight
Bobbito Garcia: Yeah, alright. Alright, yo. 89tec9
Stretch Armstrong: Aight
Bobbito Garcia: Bring me on, Stretch
Stretch Armstrong: Why don’t you bring that beat down now?