
Blood Covered Tiles Tony Seltzer (Ft. Wiki)
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[Intro]
Hey Tony
[Verse 1: Wiki]
Easy RBI's on these artsy guys
Hit it out the park, y'all missed the mark by a mile
Y'all out of line, y'all wobble wonky
I'm god-body with the Wallys on
My squad do art too, but the posse live
Y'all stock images, lot of gimmick shit
I cannot lie, cannot find one real bone in you from your dome to your spine
To your toes, you're tip-toeing
Ain't deep in this shit, sweet like a citizen
See I put my feet in the firepit, but shit still keep on kicking it
When I was ripping the mics y'all was ripping shit
Get a grip, straight bit the shit, you not living it
Ignorant to the element instrumental to get this shit
Hip-hop, I envelope it
Got it covered, you just repackage it and start selling it
Word to mother
And y'all not gonna hear the end of it
Til the whole block rid of it, ain't gonna stop til I did it
I'm getting militant
Not one remnant in the gutter, not one mention muttered
Did I stutter? Not all butter
Not one sentence cluttered, or an extra flutter
Still judge ya, act above ya, in the street act flustered
Can't speak, can't touch ya
I can't take it, it's gonna make me sick but stay in this
This way you can't get away with it
Hey Tony
[Verse 1: Wiki]
Easy RBI's on these artsy guys
Hit it out the park, y'all missed the mark by a mile
Y'all out of line, y'all wobble wonky
I'm god-body with the Wallys on
My squad do art too, but the posse live
Y'all stock images, lot of gimmick shit
I cannot lie, cannot find one real bone in you from your dome to your spine
To your toes, you're tip-toeing
Ain't deep in this shit, sweet like a citizen
See I put my feet in the firepit, but shit still keep on kicking it
When I was ripping the mics y'all was ripping shit
Get a grip, straight bit the shit, you not living it
Ignorant to the element instrumental to get this shit
Hip-hop, I envelope it
Got it covered, you just repackage it and start selling it
Word to mother
And y'all not gonna hear the end of it
Til the whole block rid of it, ain't gonna stop til I did it
I'm getting militant
Not one remnant in the gutter, not one mention muttered
Did I stutter? Not all butter
Not one sentence cluttered, or an extra flutter
Still judge ya, act above ya, in the street act flustered
Can't speak, can't touch ya
I can't take it, it's gonna make me sick but stay in this
This way you can't get away with it
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