(feat. Colton Grundy)
Frankenstein!


[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 !@$!

And his brother in this music game of street smarts?
(*##$, 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 %#@! out of your playa hating $$#
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 $#&@ 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
$#&@ you (*##$es and all you haters laying on the floor
$#&@ 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 motha$#&@ing shame to catch a bullet in your chest
For some %#@! 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 $#&@ your wealth

And $#&@ing 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!