[Lyric] The Laurenovich Angle Fuck Pitchfork (Meyhem Lauren)

[Intro]
Straight up, I don't expect y'all niggas to understand me
Niggas ain't exposed to real shit
They think everything's a fucking movie
It's not all about a character, dogs
It's about real people
It's about real life, man
Y'all niggas live in a fucking box
Straight up

[Verse 1]
A pitchfork is a devilish tool, we don't use those
Real shotty under the seat, get your crew froze
Cracked jokes after the crime and dropped knowledge
87 credits, sold drugs and dropped college
Career criminal, but volunteered at the youth center
Tried to drop jewels on the kids and let the truth enter
Real New York shit, you out-of-towners wouldn't get it
My resume is realistic, son, I fucking live it
It's a thin line between the critter and the critic
What you see is what you get, so motherfuck a gimmick
My life is real, so every day is different, can't predict it
Same with the thoughts that's reflected in my rhymes
Some days we lift books, and other times we hold nines
Shit, I'm no more contradictory than my life is
Plates with wild spices, on point, control vices
Stay sharp, rep with preciseness, I'm priceless
Laurenovich
[Interlude]
Faggot-ass journalist niggas
Like, if you always spit the same shit
Niggas say, oh, he's one dimensional, he's not diverse, blah blah blah
Then when you hit 'em with all angles, let them see you a real person
Different sides of you
Fucking smart dumb niggas can't even analyze that shit
Get the fuck out of here, man
You write about us

[Verse 2]
Fuck a character, my only style is straightforward
Sometimes I drive slow, and other times I straight floor it
Either way, you see me whippin both I'm still me
I let my story speak for itself, I'm so G
That means godly -- picture pitchforks piercing me
Fun-loving, fight when it on and move fiercefully
Renaissance man, fresh, far from forgettable
Unfiltered version of my life, I'm hospitable
Sit, have a seat, marinate in my mindstate
Crush competition, then contribute to the crime rate
I think life's a bitch; literally, I'm on a blind date
How could someone analyze the real if they define fake?
People like myself be on the top cause we design fate
Whole life, took matters into my own hands
Y'all niggas still fucking with old plans, we graduates
Swing swords, shooting up spots to tame savages
Laurenovich
[Interlude 2]
"Kelly Kapowski"
Yeah, you guys really got that one, man
"A generic love song" -- that's what that song was about
I'm just a grown man obsessed with Saved by the Bell
Pat yourselves on the back for such genius
In analyzing that fucking song
You guys really know it all over there, man

[Verse 3]
Crafted, cleverly, Kelly Kapowski's cocaine
Cornball comprehension cause confusion, no brain
If you couldn't comprehend it, you don't understand much
Laurenovici isn't TV, rep a world you can't touch
Silk shirts and sodomy, son, fuck the lottery
Official how it's gotta be, my city is an odyssey
Fly talk, rocks camo and floats over your domepiece
My niggas' flow heats disown streets cause I'm a known beast
Move dolo most the time, rock Polo, 'posed to shine
International think rational, niggas supposed to grind
I visit three worlds about every three hours
So my vision's unclear to these play the scene cowards
Confusing, wondering, like an eye without vision
How my slang is running wild, like a world without prison
I infuse the olive oil drizzle on your meal
Hit these devils with they own pitchfork, so let em squeal
It's Laurenovich
[Outro]
Analyze that, you fucking genius-ass niggas, man
You really know it all, man
They're real great guys over there, man
Shout out to the whole staff
You got some real excellent writers writing for you, man
You guys should quit journalism and just be detectives
Such genius is being wasted on a motherfucking blog