Meyhem Lauren - The Laurenovich Angle (f** Pitchfork) lyrics

[Intro] Straight up, I don't expect y'all n***as to understand me n***as ain't exposed to real sh** They think everything's a f**ing movie It's not all about a character, dogs It's about real people It's about real life, man Y'all n***as live in a f**ing 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 d** and dropped college Career criminal, but volunteered at the youth center Tried to drop j**els on the kids and let the truth enter Real New York sh**, you out-of-towners wouldn't get it My resume is realistic, son, I f**ing live it It's a thin line between the critter and the critic What you see is what you get, so motherf** 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 sh**, 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] f*ggot-a** journalist n***as Like, if you always spit the same sh** n***as 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 f**ing smart dumb n***as can't even an*lyze that sh** Get the f** out of here, man You write about us [Verse 2] f** 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 b**h; literally, I'm on a blind date How could someone an*lyze 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 n***as still f**ing 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 an*lyzing that f**ing song You guys really know it all over there, man [Verse 3] Crafted, cleverly, Kelly Kapowski's c**aine 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, f** the lottery Official how it's gotta be, my city is an odyssey Fly talk, rocks camo and floats over your domepiece My n***as' flow heats disown streets cause I'm a known beast Move dolo most the time, rock Polo, 'posed to shine International think rational, n***as 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] an*lyze that, you f**ing genius-a** n***as, 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 motherf**ing blog