The Rite Kids (feat. R.A.P. Ferreira & Homeboy Sandman)

They the ones who open they presents Play with the boxes instead of the actual gifts (gifts) Somewhat astonishing, but mostly onlookers see it As silly or potentially disturbing if shifts (shifts) Take place in that individual continental drifter In that period where they are picked on (picked on) If nurtured instead, then they will become Instrumental to human evolution for like eons (and eons) Yeah, but they all know this already if they dig deep enough Within they self and not follow a flock (the flock) That's easy for those to say Who haven't underwent plethora of slander and bein' mocked (being mocked) Basically, it's an equator between brilliance and psychopath Annotations drawn in the sand (right there) Either one offering an extreme alteration to what some like to refer as fate or God's plan The wrong kids (wrong kids) Have been always the rite kids (the bright kids) From afar The wrong kids (wrong kids) Have been always so lifeless Yeah right kids (from afar) The wrong kids (wrong kids) Have been always the rite kids (the bright kids) From afar The wrong kids (wrong kids) Do it right and you might get To go far They the ones looking for glitches inside of a game Before even thinking about conquering level one (son) Or two or three or four or five or six or seven or eight or nine Or ten or eleven or twelve or anything past that initial plunge (go) Begin to dress themselves fully when just a wee thing In multicolored, off-setting ensemble like thrift (store) Separating their food and never letting it touch Before it enters their tummy to save a hissy fit (for) Counting tiles, hopping over cracks on those sidewalks Never splitting a pole while in a tandem stroll (stroll) Irritated with corduroy trousers in orange bought for them by their mommy Feeling they lost control (-trol) Fingernails on a chalkboard painted white scratching the surface While a thirsty vulture lurks for fame (she does) Add it up on your abacus, see there's adequate amounts of data Showing how we all place blame The wrong kids (wrong kids) Have been always the rite kids (the bright kids) From afar The wrong kids (wrong kids) Have been always so lifeless Yeah. right kids (from afar) The wrong kids (wrong kids) Have been always the rite kids (the bright kids) From afar The wrong kids (wrong kids) Do it right and you might get To go far My nigga there's no haggling I've known my worth since my pop's beard was scraggly My purpose has no atrophy Actually, I write this for the chosen few Who were told as children to speak when spoken to And then were never spoken to, who learned the dialogue with reverie And while I enjoy soup, I do not fancy celery Albeit an integral ingredient, they used to praise me for obedience It was fucked, called me a mutt Cuz my momma didn't look like my daddy I guess I lied about that atrophy, but I'm dead serious It ain't no haggling, this beat built around a loop with teeth gnashing in Size of infinite resignation, the size of my determination is indeterminate I promise I'll make you earn it Ain't got a big enough burden to smush me under Let me learn you something There's a big dipper in big capper You should never ask God for direct answers The voice replies in resounding booms Signifying monkey howls at the moon I strum my loom like a harp softly As if playing piano in the dark As I leap through hoops blindy, I co-sign me As I leap through hoops blindy, I co-sign me The wrong kids Have been always the rite kids (the bright kids) The wrong kids Have been always so lifeless Yeah right kids The wrong kids (wrong kids) Have been always the rite kids (the bright kids) From afar The wrong kids (wrong kids) Do it right and you might get To go far Stop drugging all the kids B They ain't trying to throw fits, they just trying to make history Different is better, same is horrible The same is gonna go extinct But all of that same thing, and they fighting it as hard as they can So they brainwashing their parents Cuz rite kids aren't part of the plan But plans make God laugh Rite kids might not be at the head of the class But rite kids have class No need to battle ass, that'll only last 'til the backlash Please don't conform Push forward and ignore the norm They see every minute a sucker is born Every minute a last supper is warm So let's break bread and look ahead No shouts to the "in", big shouts to the instead Spreading love's the only way to get street cred