Regicide, Pt. 2 (feat. King Demon & Micro Assassin)

Wait, who is it?
Woah, Aye
You wanna come in and play with the goat
You wanna come in and catch all this smoke
He wanna run up and screw with the one
That he be using for all of his flow
Aye, reel it in
Like a robber boy he's stealing it
I know that you lying when you be pretending
That you don't bump your head to this
Getting dissed by a celebate
Not by choice but you never get
The one thing you flex anyone can get
Girls only wet when I tell them this
All of your fans only like bricks diss
Cause they looking forward to the fire I'll spit
I got my fans that are sixty six
Who from Poland to Connecticut
You know I'll never quit
I'm from the rap academy
All y'all fools stay mad at me
But dont be mad if I throw you outta gravity
It's a masterpiece
But a catastrophe
Imma be on beat until you collide with me
Boutta make a rapper feel like he got owned
Like I can't hear you, how about you use a megaphone
Got a glock up your sleeve but up mine is an ace
Or it might be you, like a flea always
Below my knees trynna bite on me
But either way I'll slap you off of me
And walk away germ free
Boy you better freeze
Cause these rings leave you dead in the streets
Your death is on me
Uh
The more that I spit it I got your attention
My fans are attentive only cause I get them
Respond to who is it with "it is" then
Villain to you
Because Brick don't like kids who don't spit it
I got your head spinning, I don't need to kick it
My foot on the pedal till I reach the riches
You flop hard like crazy rich asians
While I receive payment
He stuck on the orange app
While I file papers
So I get the dough that he's saying he's getting
We all know he's capping but laugh cause we hate him
Not one fella saying they like what you're saying
So go say the n word
And keep giving me birds
While I kill another verse
Without having to curse
That's why I got features
Who don't make the song worse
I'll make your mom clutch her purse
Ill put you in a hearse boy
Everyone knows you're garbage
Bro you weird and smell like armpits
Yeah I came up causing carnage
Boy ya falling like Damar did
I'm your favorite artist's favorite artist
And I know that you ain't start it
Boy had a mission but now departed
Running up, coming up, better restart it
I've been ballin since '07
When you ballin? That's the question
When you pull up for a session
Your producer gets depression
Can I give you one suggestion?
Go fall to natural selection
When I pull up debt collection
When you pull up self reflection
Aye, better than the rest, let me put it to the test
If you wanna come correct, then you better be the best
I will never rest till my old skin is shed
Yeah, I am the best and I'll cut off your head like
Boys bounce off, another verse after Micro
Team like flash, gotta keep my circle tight though
Take another shot yo
You better lay low
Spitting straight heat, hot tea like Iroh
Yeah, you gotta be committed if you're gonna be a killer
Cause you always on the bottom like sitting
You Herman Miller
Rapping like a weak plot
Your bars are all just filler
Never moving to the top
Yeah you're always staying stiller
Rhyming cinnamon and synonym
And Ritalin with riddling'
You're never gonna get it if you're always putting minimum
Saying that you're killing it and getting all the winning in
The next missy elliot but you ain't got no melanin
I am just here reckoning, using my adrenaline
Can't rap this fast without a reason to be fearing it
Call yourself a lyricist
But you can't rhyme with lyricist
Using rhyme zone to cover up the lyrics in
Your brain that is empty, running on E
I already proved I got what I need
Two boys in the back start at half past three
Wanna be logic cause I got some speed
I know you want it you're filled with jealousy
Cut me open till I don't breathe?
Well come over get you some because
Bricks don't bleed