((THIS version provided with speech to text ware))
In the red zone they' cooking heads
Pin a roll and baking bread
I wanna see what -- what that said
Where you been Wrecko
Heard that you were dead
Crime rate oblivion
Working ‘round dem feds
Tuning up a craft
Motor in a jet
Do the math
Place a bet
Tunin up a craft
Motorin a jet
-- Do the math
-- Place a bet
On my grind for days work hard and it pays
Making money as a kid I was running plays
Such a cla** act
Run it pa** that
Thankfully I made it through pitching out my last stack
Fueled by my last stack like its my last snack
Time is money money time
But not my last sack
One of the most potent lyrical serial ripping ‘em getting ‘em gone
It's all gravy like I'm wit DJ Cameralingo and posted in Rome
For da youth and for the grown
Can't even put it all in a song
Back when we were spitting biblical
Now the bibliography is gone
Tuning up a craft
Motor in a jet
If - Do the math
Then - Place a bet
Tunin up a craft
Motorin a jet
-- Do the math
-- Place a bet
Such a krafty tune if you cheese or not
Introduce ya to da reaper bring my people out
Reiterate the facts now couldju be pillot
Now won't you be polite like if they bring it back or not
Shootchu a couple dollars you might bring back a knot
A hard head makes a soft boss mascot
Would you pay for sense
Or convert da dollars
Would you front I'm a repper for da urban scholars
Da world iz my girl
Heard that - holla
Put a - in a - then then - - -
Tuning up a craft
Motor in a jet
Do the math
Place a bet
Tunin up a craft
Motorin a jet
-- Do the math
-- Place a bet
((THIS version of Wrecko's “Crafty Tune” provided with speech to text ware))