This is Regicide

A Gemini dead inside

That you better recognize

On some Jekyl and Hyde shit

Can't hide it I'm weaponized

Altitude Sickness, I've yet to descend and I've meant to incentivize myself to not always Want severed ties

Go get some help and I know that it's best if I do

But no therapist could help all this flexing I do

Best in the booth

Best in the city, can't step with those dudes

So far removed like I'm already dead and buried, hear my voice when you're walking Through cemetery

I'm the only right choice for the emissary

I would say I'm sorry .. not really sorry

Imma leave em sore and I don't hear their story

Reggie the best he gon' flex on em

He's in my cranium, he's a real crazy one

Soon as the beat and the bass is bumping ain't no way of restraining em he ain't afraid Of em

Aiming a fade at em

Maiming and mauling em

Making em fallen ones

If they ain't followers

Now give me my flowers

I put in the hours, the merit is all deserved

I've seen em come and go

I've seen em switch up and I've seen em give up

And I've seen em beef with each other in their little fantasies

When I'm not laughing it's almost just sad to see

Still rapping bout rappers it's fucking pathetic

Can I rack my brain for some other aesthetic

Was hoping to get some shit off of my chest but when Reggie in head it is all just a flex

Else I'm just depressed

I'll say some shit to bring you down

Reggie's a mechanism, he's a heckin' villain on the mic while mike figures out

Why he's so riddled in doubt all the time

By ain't no kidding or doubting my rhymes

So why am I feeling like I'm out of time?

And there's really no point like trying to silence a mime

I'm in a meme, everything's fine, what do you mean?