J-live - Wax Paper lyrics

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 a** 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 k**er 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 d**h Similar ends with new means and motivation Cause now it's volunteer work to vent his frustration They both grew with time and sk**s 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 j**els in your dome Pull out your heart, and wrap it up in wax paper