Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wax Paper, artist - J-Live. Album song The Best Part Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.06.2001
Record label: Triple Threat
Song language: English
Wax Paper |
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 Neek |
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 born in the park |
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 steel 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 Neek 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 Neek’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 lacked «Poetic Justice» |
So Neek’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 Neek’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 |