Tommy Tee - Mudstained Troubadour lyrics

[Verse 1: Opaque] I walk in mud to my knees, cloudy and dark Spark the start, and bark in the art of my heart I fart, funky tunes, my protein joy I enjoy the saddle I brought to ride on toys The convoy of emphasize, heavy vowels The valueable money, provoke, oh yes I will The auras you now devourer, make sense of the street In the lottery of livin' feel the ground under my feet Make a lot of ends meet, made cheap, but sill sincere Make thrills in here, you take pills in fear Of a cruel world, you can't handle the pressure I'm a dragon, you shall taste me with pleasure A sharp dresser, sweep the scenery with my eyes Mother cries, I went home, wore a disguise Head out the door for the price, my strong endurance Proven by the not so bright, intoxicated paracites Who demands, but is broke Like the person in the club asking everybody for smoke Soaked in betrayel, the mud stick to my fur Sure you are an ingredient in the hot vat I stir, "who goes there?" "the mudstained troubadour, sir." Mr. fine and obscure, occur and a blur Conquer with my signature sound Eternal word, oh, who be acting our style [Hook] Mudstains on his soul, but moving forward Playing the role of the talented undiscovered Cover blank sheet with mud and broken laws Flappin' the jaws, (the mudstained troubadour) [Verse 2] Carries a mic instead of a guitar, exhale the a-bomb I'm not a store, but pay me, I live of rap and instead of having a job Ought you have to rob anybody The shotty, I'm home and choose hords of words through everybody All these bitter lemens, hate printed on their face Envy venom bite marks, it's a disgrace Knock your a** in the place with the ba** that I'm slammin' I doubt you ever hear this in the club, and if you do, you be jammin' Bangin' your heads, worshipping the script from Oslo Words tripping off my lips, in a dissociative flow Get dough, from shows, cats so awesome and diss 'em b**hes don't dare approach, because I'm too f**ing hizzom [Hook] [Verse 3] Inhaling the exhaust, cross the street I hear beats in my head the source of my poems Cause mayhem with caos hymns of the people It's too crazy for me and I am to crazy to them s**ers try to be hip, I'm mean to the bone Known to my own, the mudstained on your headphones Hip-hop junkie methadone, stoned in your town soon On walls I write the runes you feel in my tunes If you're ready to inhale, steady on wail. I lay the lies swiftly Can't owe you with the fact that you're wack and I'm nice and nifty The emcee of the specie, born king Bring anger and joy when I rap and sing (the mudstained troubadour) over tightly productions Beats given concussion, but with ba** and things be rushening Try to keep your sh** out of the way or we'll smash it (you know you can't mess with TP, you punk ba*tard) [Hook x2]