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conversations.value: Write me a song called Conceptual Corrections with the following description: This is track number four of the tape, track number two of the Intent Side.
  
  The sample used on this song is still unknown. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro]
  [Chaos Kid] This is Chaos Kid, Conceptual Corrections
  You wanna say "hi" guys?
  [Manix]"Hi guys!"
  [M&M]Hi guys
  (cut)
  [Manix][...] freshman
  [M&M] 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?
  [Chaos Kid] And that's all
  [Verse 1]
  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 [Hook]
  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 props?) nough' respect!
  Yo let's get this shit correct!
  [Verse 2]
  I'm [flooring?] Excedrin [CL?]
  I should have been prepared with the voluble
  But even that could have stooped
  For using extreme [help?]
  And from the moment I made my entrance
  I was alone to die of your [relentless?]
  That was the only (CHOICE) that I (KNOW)
  Nothing to have a (VOICE) to suit, for that [HO?]
  Everywhere I [turned?], 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 [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 [?] 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 [smudge?]
  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! [Beat unfolds]
  [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 [thwart?]
  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
  [?] delicate people the global
  If you even will [?], how do you know who
  You are, then you're [blumming?], 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 [supper?] '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
  [Hook 2 x2]
  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 [?] and educate ya', bigger than [Richard Cutchers?]
  Look in the stereotype, I said "Devil, I'm another level"
  With the [shovel?] 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 [foe?] in the circulation
  With the [title?] 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 it be erased
  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 [what at?]
  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 [oversized?]
  And makes me wanna cackle
  (Haha)
  [Hook 2 x2]