Vs Klasic (aka Foog). Rushed this one to meet the deadline.
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Lyrics
Foog/Klasic whatever the fuck your name is
Hyping yourself up really was brainless
Cause Foog and EC ain't really strangers
And now your stepping foot in the land of the Saviours
I wondered for a minute why you called yourself Klasic
Then 1994 called and said it wants its style back
Your punches are played ya vocals are strained
Serve ya like Safari cause your verses is tame
And how about a name change? Cause Foog, I ain't dig it
You sounds like a goofy kid lookin in the mirror
And how the fuck you figure you takin this match?
If you was a cultist you still wouldn't have any chants
Man, its straight wack I hate all'a your raps
And I ain't even a hater yo, I just speak the facts
Blast back at a biter head on if you see Foog
Slap him and ask him where he got his damn raps from
You little prick, shit talking is jealousy
You ain't a wannabee emcee your a wannabee EC
But I got you in lyrics, flow and delivery
Like a single cubicle you ain't shit next to me
And EC is so ill he does dinner with death
Bought Foog a new wig to deal with the stress
Then air mailed a brown envelope stamped and addressed
And your motherfucking punches ain't even landed yet
Bandage your neck, cause I'm goin for the juggular
Just to shut you up, you ain't good enough to punish ya
And don't be thinking your dope cause after this
The only coke you'll be gettin comes before Cola
But uh, the fact is you need to practice
And clear your tactics and near attack Chris
But Foog thought I meant rear tap tricks
So whatever way you look at it Foog got it backwards
