J-live Wax Paper Lyrics

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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