A pitchfork's a devilish tool, we don't use those
Real shottie under the seat, get your goof froze
Crack jokes after the crime and drop knowledge
87 credits, sold drugs and dropped college
Career criminal, but volunteered at the youth center
Try to drop jewels on the kid and let the truth in him
Real new york sits you out of town is where to get it
My resume is realistic so I fuckin live it
It's a thin line between the critor and the critic
What you see is what you get so motherfucker gimmick
My life is real so everyday it's different, can't predict it
Stayin with the thoughts that's reflected in my rhymes
Somedays we lift books and other times we hold 9's
Shit, I'm no more contradictory than my life is
Played through wild spices, no point, control vices
Stay sharp, rap with preciseness, I'm priceless
The relevant
Fagot ass journalist niggas like
If you always spit the same shit
Niggas say always want dimensional, he's no diversed
Bla, bla, bla,
Then when you hit em but all angles
Let em see you a real person, different side of you
Fucking smart dumb niggas can't even analyze that shit
Get the fuck outta here man
You write about us
Fucking character, my only style is straight forward
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 stories speak for themselves I'm so g
That mean gally, picture pitchfork's pissin me
Fun love and fight when it's on I move facingly
Renaissance man, fresh fall from forgettable
Unfiltered version of my life, I'm unspittable
Sit, have a sit, marinate in my mind state
Crush competition, makin tribute to the crime rate
I think life's a bitch, literally I'm on a blind date
How could someone annalyze the rim if they defy fate
People like myself be on the top cause we design fate
Whole life, took matters into my own hands
That nigga still fuckin with old plans, we graduates
Swing swords, shooting up spots to tame savages
Kelly Kapalsky, call kelly kapalsky
You guys really got that one man
But you never loved that's what that song's about
I'm just a grown man obsessed with saved by the bell
Pat yourself on the back for such genius and analyzing that fucking song
You guys really know it all over there man
Crafted cleverly, kelly kapalsky's cocaine
Cobol comprehension causes confusion no brain
If you critic copy ended you don't understand much
silk shirt inside of me, son, fuck the lottery
Official how it's gotta be, my city is in 
Fly talk, watch cameron floats over your dome pieces
My niggas flown heats these own streets cause I'm a know beast
Moved double most the time, rock polo poster shine
International,niggas supossed to grind
I visit 3 worlds about, every 3 hours
So my vision's unclear to these cowards
Confused, wondering like an owl without vision
How myrunning wild like a world with prison
I infuse the olive oil, you drizzle on your mill
Hit these devils with they own pitchfork
And let em squeel
It's laurenovich
Analyze that you fucking genius ass niggas man
You really know it all man
You real great guys over there
Man shout out to the whole staff
You got some real excelent writers writing for you man
You guys should quit journalism and be detectives
Such genius be a waste on a motherfucking blog.