Two Birds and One Stone

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 F*ck 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