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 Brick's 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 I'll 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