Two Birds and One Stone Lyrics

Two birds n one stone

Two verses n one flow

Two persons in one home

Too perfect, to let em know

Two murders, the lead from crome

Do burden, the heads of those

Referred to, as dead and gone

Im hurting, my head is on

Never lookin back, a crooked cat pushing past

Mistooken passions, like hooded rats, pushing suga packs

I couldnt last, so i dashed on a one way ticket

Up Outta dodge, with nothing else but my self and my fucking raps

Fuck a strap, i gotta gat for a tongue

Outlast my son's son, a hunnid grandad

Im headed for triple digits, its simple as physics

How i spit riddles for gimmicks, and they still aint gimme a minute

Im ill, name me a sickness, not invented

Cool bred, authentic, pen plenty present

Sending veterans to bed with paranoia

They spines sigh with chills, from smelling this very odo

A wizard like hary potta, seranade every note

Through your stereo with an ariel flow

Desinging rhymes, like shamanic flight

All the time, arrose from the very low thought clouds above a stoner

A loner, wander through these catacombs n caverns

With nothing but a lantern n dagger, im ready for the worst

By the time you see my light you already in the dirt

Im what youll never be, For what its worth

What at first, seemed like an opportunity

Has proved to be nothing but a fucking curse

I get paid in attention while you rumaging through a purse

On the beat like the purge

Two birds n one stone

Two verses n one flow

Two persons in one home

Too perfect, to let em know

Two murders, the lead from crome

Do burden, the heads of those

Referred to, as dead and gone

Im hurting, my head is on