Choice FM 96.9: Friday Nite Flavas - 2Face (A-Butta & L-Swift), Big Kwam, Tru, and Delirious Freestyle in 1996 DJ 279 (Ft. 2Face (A-Butta & L-Swift), Big Kwam, Delirious? & Tru (AKA E-Tru))

DJ 279 ft. 2Face (A-Butta & L-Swift), Big Kwam, Tru, and Delirious - “Choice FM 96.9: Friday Nite Flavas - 2Face (A-Butta & L-Swift), Big Kwam, Tru, and Delirious Freestyle in 1996”
[Emcee(s): L-Swift, A-Butta, Big Kwam, Tru (AKA E-Tru), and Delirious]
[Producer(s) of Instrumental 1: [?]]
[Producer(s) of Instrumental 2: [?]]
[Producer(s) of Instrumental 3: The Creators (Juliano & Si Spex) {Original Instrumental from 2Face (A-Butta & L-Swift) - “Hey Hey Hey”}]
[Producer(s) of Instrumental 4: The Creators (Juliano & Si Spex) {Original Instrumental from The Creators - “Back At B and Babas (Skit 3)”}]
[Producer(s) of Instrumental 5: [?]]
[Producer(s) of Instrumental 6: [?]]

[Intro: L-Swift and A-Butta]
L-Swift: “Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey,” hahahaha
A-Butta: Yeah, son, I’m feeling this joint
L-Swift: So how y’all feeling?
A-Butta: Word up
L-Swift: Yo, A, man
A-Butta: London in the house, y’all, Choice 96.9, one time
L-Swift: Yo, we’re gonna hit you with some of that New York flavor
A-Butta: Whoo! Sup, L? You ready?
L-Swift: Yo
A-Butta: Do your thing, kid
L-Swift: Let me see. I got to vibe. Ha, check it. Uh, uh, yo, yo

[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. 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. 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. Verbally
Burning ya with circular style like calligraphy, lyrics be
Liquidy when we perform lyrical wizardry. Yo, 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, messing
With me is risky like cocaine-crack hand-to-hand sales, electrify
Like track rails. Uh, some niggas act frail, ayyo, they rap stale
Rougher than bad jails, get extorted or blackmailed. Lyrics be
So dope, they measure our skills on gram scales, the sweet
Lyrics be dripping rapidly and leaving ant trails, but, L
This ain’t no picnic. Yo, 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. Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, yo, with
The quickness, we bless this shit like bishops and flip
Scripts—from where, kid?—Fortress abyss, kid, so dig this, huh
It’s L and A like that every day. Check it, yo