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Frankenstein!

I'm not a clone, I'm a
Created the visions of a mastamind
This face, this soul, rhyme is mine
But ya'll don't
Frankenstein!

So what if I use cables to kick start this retard
And his brother in this game of street smarts?
Bitch, we been doing since '93
10 years in so called industry
What I see is so many sucking dick
we be is something that's truly flipping the script
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
a mask, whatever I have or have not
We come as an of who I be, ain't nobody writing raps for me
And basically we put in mad work for the little we've obtained
Ain't no plaques covering my 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?

[Electricity

"We've done it..."

x2]
I'm not a clone, I'm a
Created the visions of a mastamind
This face, this soul, this is mine
But don't notice
Frankenstein!

People, the panic's kinda wide
I'm shedding skins chameleons just to keep up my disguises
Now I'm hearing that this is the only reason the people play me
But really hate me when my make-up's off
You soft, goo
And I'ma put it in the words of the B.I., then maybe you realize
This ain't a game, and I ain't a clone, it ain't the fame the microphone
And all the I've obtained over the years who representing for the same fears
You hating and disrespecting
Violent J put us up on the grind and said "You gotta an axe in your 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 your very own

x2]
I'm not a clone, I'm a
Created through the of a mastamind
This face, soul, this rhyme is mine
But don't notice
Frankenstein!

"If it's blown up, see that it's good, and multiplied! Good, but it's.."

Frankenstein!

[Colton
If both clones, what the fuck am I?
A painted dead soaked in clone's formaldehyde?
Known to sway your eye and knock out teeth
And bring the heat to your zone, ya to smoke in the street
Knocking the beats, knocking the throw, your door off the hinges
you bitches and all you haters laying 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 in your chest
For some shit you said you was high and thugging
Light a gas in face, and look who ain't saying nothing
You's a fake yourself, and fuck your
And with a Frankenstein is bad for your health
And you can put it on my casket and my fan
This 40, these nuts, and our painted

x2]
I'm not a clone, I'm a
through the visions of a mastamind
This face, this soul, this is mine
But ya'll notice
Frankenstein!