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