Frankenstein!
I'm not a clone, I'm a through the visions of a mastamind This face, this soul, rhyme is mine But ya'll notice Frankenstein!
So what if I use jumper cables to kick start retard And his brother in this music game of street Bitch, we been doing this '93 10 years in so called industry What I see is so many stars sucking What we be is something that's truly flipping the What know is only what they provide you with A song is a song if you call it a hit My is my property, painted up or not Wearing a mask, whatever I or have not We come as an extension of who I be, ain't nobody raps for me And basically we put in mad work for the that we've obtained no plaques covering my wall with my name But my ever growing is spreading in mass Enough to scare the shit out of playa hating ass And you still wanna me a clone?
buzzing]
"We've finally it..."
x2] I'm not a clone, I'm a Created the visions of a mastamind face, this soul, this rhyme is mine But don't notice Frankenstein!
People, the panic's wide spread I'm shedding skins like chameleons to keep up my disguises Now I'm hearing that is the only reason that the people play me But they really me when my make-up's off You soft, goo And put it in the words of the B.I., then maybe you will realize This ain't a game, and I ain't a clone, it the fame it's the microphone And all the family I've obtained over the years who for the same fears You keep hating and Violent J put us up on the grind and said "You gotta keep an axe in waist at all times, and it's a whole lot of people that's just looking to side, so don't worry about the haters, you just bring it withinside." So this soul, this song, this rhyme, is the soul of very own Frankenstein
x2] I'm not a clone, I'm a through the visions of a mastamind This face, this soul, this rhyme is But ya'll notice Frankenstein!
"If blown up, you'll see that it's good, and multiplied! Good, but it's.."
Frankenstein!
[Colton If they're both clones, the fuck am I? A painted body soaked in clone's formaldehyde? Known to sway your eye and knock out teeth And bring the heat to your zone, leaving ya to smoke in the Knocking the beats, the throw, knocking your door off the hinges Fuck you bitches and all you haters on the floor Fuck what you know, I play a base for a domes and telephone poles because I'm out cold the undying, Blaze ya dead, you know the rest And it's a mothafucking shame to catch a bullet in your For some shit you said you was high and thugging Light a gas in your face, and look who saying nothing You's a fake yourself, and your wealth And fucking with a is bad for your health And you can put it on my and my fan bases This 40, nuts, and our painted faces
x2] I'm not a clone, I'm a Created the visions of a mastamind This face, this soul, rhyme is mine But don't notice Frankenstein!