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