Conceptual Corrections

[Intro: Chaos Kid, Manix, M&M] This is Chaos Kid, Conceptual Corrections, you wanna say "hi" guys? Hi guys Hi guys Aight, this M&M, I'm— I'm young, I'm white and I'm good I'm good, and I'm white and I'm young Did I say I was white, and I'm young? And I'm good? And that's all [Verse 1] Well, let's gets get it underway, undelayed We're all geeked, and I touched the sun today And oh I'm so glad to stay, cause you're the lack to play I'll beat your ass to pink, for what you had to say So it's a blast (Blast) At last, scratched your mouth with it and then literally got trashed Too many times I listen to your ignorant mouth flap Spittin' out crap, now I snap back like a mousetrap I'm not gonna point any fingers even though you're pointin' at me I'm not gonna call any names even though you callin' at me There's nothing to it, doing it's easy as your ABCs Or someone's gonna hear my something over funky beats [Chorus] Give it to 'em (I don't know) We got your back, come on, kick it to 'em (Think I should?) He's got life debt, put 'em in check (Do I got props?) Enough respect, let's get this shit correct [Verse 2] I'm flooring Excedrin CL I should have been prepared with the bullet proof But even that could have stooped For using extreme health And from the moment I made my entrance I was alone to die of you, relentless That was the only (Choice) that I (Know) Nothing to have a (Voice) to suit, for that (Ho) Everywhere I turn, each had a low pot payment Told me how to live with being scared, to go by We're looking for this and how I felt We're lookin' at the evil of the world with the hand I was being dealt I might as well melt, cause the fact to see See, it's nothing to my peers like it's the feet of my family But I refuse to be abused, to let them tell me Who to be, what to do, well Let them sell me a dream, I don't wanna purchase And you can't make my dreams seem worthless 'Cause everyone has the right to be their own person Even if they get to cusp me at the side of me I'll lift this culture, tried and true And take pride, in what I do Paid my dues, so what's up dudes You can call me nigga, but you looking like fools It's been four years, bitches started to judge It's been four years, and I still hate (Fudge) Chaos Kid, and the name goes (Smudge) This is mixed, that they all don't give (Fudge) I never did it, til' they did it to another to make them Hate, and degrade, like Satan This kind of mentality that disgusts me in '92 Who's getting your family through, duke? It's on bitch, this track and [pen is the?] flu Ku Klux Klan, clan clusks coo, puke And that's just an example of how I get trampled Underneath all this, coo' Break it down [Verse 3] (Put 'em in check) I'll check 'em Until you put them in stakes, I can't taste the venom You can't catch me being caught I give their food for thought When they're in the mood to, twat They say "you white", I say "But what am I gonna do?" They say "act your age" but I know that my soul's true How's my [disgruntle?] gonna compete with the global If you even will I [?] me, how do you know who You are, then you're [blumming?], coming up to defeat us [?], as a real name like Jesus If you're eyes aren't tridimensional, then you never seen us Take a look inside the [supper?] 'fore you decide you should leave us There's always so much, a man's feeling can take one And paper is the only willing villian to embrace them The anger built to build [?], cause nobody knows how I feel I feel now, ugh yeah [Chorus] Put 'em in check, test the intellect The misconception needs to be corrected Put 'em in check, test the intellect Conceptual corrections Put 'em in check, test the intellect The misconception needs to be corrected Put 'em in check, test the intellect Conceptual corrections [Verse 4] Intellectual correctional Fuck the race poll, I'm an exception to the rule I br-eak and educate ya', bigger than Richard Cutchers Look in the stereotype, I said "Devil, I'm another level" With the shovel scoop, the whole intent And shovel the top of me and giving it back to fools trying to stop me As Sloppy as Joe, I'm throwing the I'm throwin' the bull in your direction Cut in the [foe?] in the circulation With the [title?] the vocal section Watch the eyes, suffer as an artist with [?] I be the smarter, start of the rap pack I might have the largest amount, to contribute Till' I'm full of youth And if you want proof, then here's a moment of truth So they gonna [?] be alive in this profession, hm I'm think it's under the question cause of my complexion Wait a second, let it be erased Question my ways, I was an announcer back in the days To see the face of a new craze Should I look questions in reverse, or should I be cursed Who works the good, better, who's worse than you first To rap, I'm juggling on and gambling on I say you push the pressure, but [?], it's such a [?] day Catch the drift? Rap star born strictly black Blacks and Whites now born strictly [?] at 'cha You ever stop to wonder what's an undercover Better than other [?] underneath each other [?] to die I'm ho longer with her give the other [?] a fiftha' Hear the message I deliver Because they give it such a [?] [?] with your head oversized It makes me wanna cackle (Haha) [Chorus] Put 'em in check, test the intellect The misconception needs to be corrected Put 'em in check, test the intellect Conceptual corrections Put 'em in check, test the intellect The misconception needs to be corrected Put 'em in check, test the intellect Conceptual corrections