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