[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
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