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