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doug - modus operandi lyrics

here are the lyrics, as written on my computer. i never spell check as i go, or correct much once i’ve memorized it

everglades raised
best thing since trick out of florida
split it light it, write a spit
perfect working formula
you got pitbulls, and co’s
florida, plies
tarnishing my state reputation
yep right in front my eyes
pandering to hoes with no self-esteem
and earholes with nothing in between
why don’t to try and find me
i ain’t hiding
it justs me
im ready to d i e die
in death ill be immortalized
by rap on rap crime
fires when you see the white of my eyes
i surmise you’ll hate as my reputations and estate greatly rise
tat way my family gets
royalties check to finally retire
until then, ain’t no stopping me
like edgerrin out of immokalee
watch everybody copies me
as i run a hip hop monopoly

i got
no friends
no sense
no ends
no focus
no mens
worth
quoting
low on
emotion
from doses
of potent
no gloating
not chosen
no joking
ive spoken

that’s my mo

modus operandi
i stick to
im narcistic

pos slow riding
modified tape deck
clogging up the lane tailgaters need a break check
subs pumping upcoming raps that ain’t made yet
psicobylin apex feelin sp-ce trek
pos slow riding
gliding like enterprise
the gravity of earth, reminds me that im a live
i grip the monolith, with both hand and a wish
grant me the intelligence, to make man irrelevant
skin covered spirit
peering at the exit to the left
the stage is the road, and tha road head to deaths
pos slow riding riding
won’t delay the timing
laymen find me lame
but hey i ain’t going change my rhyming
it’s too late to cater haters
im a sayer not wairer
don’t take with tips, onw how my sh-t could be greater
tell the 80 million other yapping rappers how to do it
cause ill to be the only sole reponspible if i blew it

i got
no friends
no sense
no ends
no focus
no mens
worth
quoting
low on
emotion
from doses
of potent
no gloating
not chosen
no joking
ive spoken

that’s my mo

dont’t do raps
half -ssed
no saggin round here
take pride in my craft clown
f-ck your crown lear
why would wanna in the king of rap
a new jackas every years
crowned source, donned by vibe
i of course, don’t pay no mind
i leave the politickin
to the d-ck taken wicked
hip hop needs
tectonic shifting
where the honest are lifted
though no sense in tripping
if the landscape to change
i would make ia hit, i sang
now that chic rapping a thnag
my how have we sunk, who would of thunk, w sp-nk, drinking punk
pumping outta the trunks of peoples dunk
what the funk
huh?
that’s junk is bunk
skunks put on plastic
to dis respect the m-sses
fascists execs b-st-rds, don’t know one tenth about cl-ssics
as the big hand p-sses
all i got is fam, fans
yellow belly turn quicker
thans a banana ripened
i’ll oughttalighten the mood
like bleachonce hue
who knew whiteface would replace the the new cool

i got
no friends
no sense
no ends
no focus
no mens
worth
quoting
low on
emotion
from doses
of potent
no gloating
not chosen
no joking
ive spoken

that’s my mo

- doug lyrics

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