Conceptual Corrections - Soul Intent

This is Chaos Kid, Conceptual Corrections

You wanna say «hi» guys?

«Hi guys!»

Hi guys

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freshman

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

Well, let’s gets get it underway, undelayed

We’re all geeked that I touched the

And oh I’m so glad to stay, cause you’re the

I’ll beat your ass to pink, but 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 crack, 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

Give it to 'em!

(I don’t know)

We got your back, come on

Kick it to 'em!

(Think I should?)

He’s got a life debt, put 'em in check!

(Do I got) nough' respect!

Yo let’s get this correct!

I’m Excedrin

I should have been prepared with the voluble

But even that could have stooped

For using extreme

And from the moment I made my entrance

I was alone to die of your

That was the only (CHOICE) that I (KNOW)

Nothing to have a (VOICE) to suit, for that

Everywhere I, each had a

Told me how to live to go by

We’re looking, though

with the hand I was being dealt

I might as well melt, cause the fact to see

See, it’s nothing to my 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 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

Cha-os Kid, and the name goes

This is mixed, that the don’t give a (FUDGE)

I never did it, till' 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

Ku Klux Klan, clan clusks coo, puke

And that’s just an example of how I get trampled

Proof, this

Break it down!

(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

They say «you white!», I say

«But what am I gonna do?

They say «act «but I know that my soul’s true

delicate people the global

If you even will, how do you know who

You are, then you’re, coming to defeat us

, that’s a with Jesus

If you’re eyes aren’t tridimensional, then you never seen us

Take a look inside the 'fore you decide to

There’s always so much, a man’s feeling can take one

And paper is the only you will break them

The anger built to build, cause nobody knows how I feel

I feel now, (ugh!) yeah

Put 'em in check

Test the intellect

The misconception needs to be corrected

Put 'em in check

Test the intellect

Conceptual corrections

Intellectual correctional

Fuck the race poll, I’m an exception to the rule

I and educate ya', bigger than

Look in the stereotype, I said «Devil, I’m another level»

With the scoop, the whole

And show me the top I ain’t giving it back to trying to stop me

As Sloppy as Joe, I’m throwing the in your direction

Cut in the in the circulation

With the the vocal section

But the eyes has an artist

I be the smarter, start at no

I might have the largest amount, to contribute

Till' I’m in youth

And if you want proof, then here’s a moment of truth

(silence)

So they be alive in this profession, hm

I’m think cause of my complexion

Wait a second, let her be raised

Question my way, I’m a

To see the new grades

Should I look questions, 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

Catch the drift?

Rap star strictly black

The rockstar strictly

You ever stop to wonder what’s an undercover

Better than other underneath each other

who died

, hear the message I deliver

Because they give it such a

with your head

And makes me wanna cackle

(Haha)