Wax Paper

Check, turn up my mic a little
 Yeah, a little more, I gotta be kinda low on this one
 Yo, as I start from scratch about this born suspect named Nic
 A street legend, pulling hits was his infatuation
 >From birth his first spoken word was "Tech"
 So by the age of 12 you could guess what would dominate his conversation
 He had a twin brother borns in the part
 One was dark, one was light, neither was right
 Taking turns letting off shots to move crowds
 With the needlepoint aim and the infrared sights so they ruled the night
 His tone arm stayed tipped with the nickle-plated
 So even in the crossfire they were never faded
 It was debated but the still play was overrated
 But they negated all competitors that tried to state it
 Very few crossed the line and made it
 Without a scratch, for every new batch there was a new catch
 Often, people asked Nic why his revolver wouldn't stop
 He replied "Everybody wants me in the coffin"
 His pitch ass tried to get live at a red light
 He received 33 from a 45
 By the green light, the change in his heartbeat tempo
 Proved to Nic that nobody was exempt
 So, he took his game from the PJ centers
 To the clubs, constantly getting caught up in the mix
 Slipping through the fingers of the system
 Waiting in the cut to see who'll be the next man to try and diss him
 Til one day, Nic was playing sniper again
 Quiet but deadly, picking off his prey from the roof when
 All of the sudden he had the illest vision
 It got him amped, he stood up straight and started woofing
 His twin bro simply had no idea
 That the killer Nic was reevaluating his career
 When his thought process made him defiant
 Equilizing similar victims from one major client
 The concept hit him in a Flash
 There was much more to this lifestyle led than petty cash
 But his brother just couldn't understand
 That every move they made was planned by the unseen hand
 So Nic flipped the script from the new to next school
 Transformed the game and rearranged the rules
 Self-employed, but quest made a transition
 Cornered the market by taking out your competition
 Well Nic's brother didn't have the same ambition
 He'd rather catch his victim than his fellow suspects
 But he agreed something had to change so as they discussed this
 He realized his life like "Poetic Justice"
 So Nic's right hand man broke left
 To become one of the well-known 5 Fingers of Death
 Similar ends with new means and motivation
 Cause now it's volunteer work to vent his frustration
 They both grew with time and skills became refined
 At once saw it's essential to read between the lines
 They both like to see their prey dead
 But one was addicted, to seeing a pale body filled with lead
 See Nic's brother had a signature move
 So folks would know he was the one out to get 'em
 It's like he pulled the trigger to the rhythm
 Just to make you think that your fate,
 Was signed and sealed in permanent ink
 And don't let the motive be anything more than cold-blooded
 Cause then he'll put two times the effort in the caper
 When diamond-tipped shells will drop jewels in your dome
 Pull out your heart, and wrap it up in wax paper