WNYU 89.1 FM: NY Live - 2Face (A-Butta & L-Swift) Freestyle in the Winter of 1996 over Fugees - “How Many Mics” Mr. Mayhem & DJ Riz (Ft. 2Face (A-Butta & L-Swift))

Mr. Mayhem & DJ Riz ft. 2Face (A-Butta & L-Swift) - “WNYU 89.1 FM: NY Live - 2Face (A-Butta & L-Swift) Freestyle in 1996 over Fugees - ‘How Many Mics’”
[Emcee(s): A-Butta and L-Swift]
[Producer(s): Fugees, Jerry Duplessis, and Shawn King (Original Instrumental from Fugees - “How Many Mics”)]

[Verse 1: L-Swift, A-Butta, and 2Face]
These lyrics be on some whatever shit.  Natural Elements got
Your heart with bangers and Beretta clips. Yo, how you setting it? Ayyo
Lyrically blessing it, my hand sparks—that’s when the jam starts
I’m leaving landmarks on niggas like the Milli’ Man March. Yo, son, I slams
Like my man Starks, throwing fear in you and your man heart
Like burglars, used to bag bitches up near Ursula, and had
Them hoes sitting on a nigga wood like furniture. We’re verbally
Burning ya with circular style like calligraphy, lyrics be
Liquidy when we perform lyrical wizardry. Son, no diggedy
Physically, niggas of my stature can’t fail. You got
The smarts of Dan Quayle, I work wonders with Champell’. You can’t
See me and L-Swift, so teach your hand to understand braille
Flipping the mic—right—coming through like fan mail. Yo, son, fucking
With me is risky like cocaine-crack hand-to-hand sales, electrify
Like track rails. Yo, son, some niggas act frail, yo, they rap stale
Rougher than bad jails, get extorted or blackmailed. Lyrics be
So dope, they measure our skills on gram scales. Yo, son, my sweet
Lyrics be dripping rapidly and leaving ant trails, but, yo
This ain’t no picnic. Yo, son, check the slick shit, nasty like porno flick chicks
With thick tits, splitting lyrics like slit wrists. I gets
More green than bitches with syphilis piss gets. Yes, with
The quickness, we bless this shit like bishops and flip scripts
From the Fortress abyss, kid, so, yo, dig this. Yo, check it