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