Opaque - Mudstained Troubadour lyrics

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

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)

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 ass in the place with
The bass 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
Bitches don't dare approach
Because I'm too fucking hizzom

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
Suckers 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 bass and things be rushening
Try to keep your shit out of
The way or we'll smash it
(you know you can't mess with TP
You punk bastard)