Frankenstein
Twiztid feat. Colton Grundy Lyrics

I'm not a clone, I'm a Frankenstein
I am not a copy, I am a unique creation

Created through the visions of a mastamind
I was made through the imagination of a mastermind

This face, this soul, this rhyme is mine
My appearance, my essence, and my lyrics belong to me

But ya'll don't notice
But people don't seem to recognize this

So what if I use jumper cables to kick start this retard
It doesn't matter if I use unconventional methods to get started

And his brother in this music game of street smarts?
And my partner in this competitive music industry

Bitch, we been doing this since '93
We have been making music since 1993

Ten years in this so called industry
A decade in this music business that is not always what it seems

What I see is so many stars sucking dick
What I witness is many successful people compromising their integrity

What we be is something that's truly flipping the script
What we represent is a true deviation from the norm

What ya'll know is only what they provide you with
What you know is only what the industry tells you

A song is a song even if you call it a hit
A song is simply a musical creation, even if it becomes popular

My face is my property, painted up or not
My appearance is my own, whether I wear makeup or not

Wearing a mask, whatever I have or have not
Wearing a disguise, whether I have one or not

We come as an extension of who I be, ain't nobody writing raps for me
Our music is an expression of who I am, no one else is writing our lyrics

And basically we put in mad work for the little that we've obtained
We have put in a lot of effort for the modest success we have achieved

Ain't no plaques covering my wall with my name
I do not have any awards or accolades prominently displayed

But my ever growing family is spreading in mass
But our fanbase is expanding rapidly

Enough to scare the shit out of your playa hating ass
Enough to intimidate those who dislike us

And you still wanna call me a clone?
And yet people continue to accuse me of being unoriginal?

"We've finally done it"
"We have achieved our goal"

People, the panic's kinda wide spread
People are alarmed and anxious

I'm shedding skins like chameleons just to keep up my disguises
I am constantly changing to maintain my facade

Now I'm hearing that this is the only reason that the people play me
Now I am hearing that my disguise is the only reason people like my music

But they really hate me when my make-up's off
But they really dislike me when I am not wearing a disguise

You sound soft, goo
You sound weak and submissive

And I'ma put it in the words of the B.I., then maybe you will realize
And I will use the words of the B.I. to try to make you understand

This ain't a game, and I ain't a clone, it ain't the fame it's the microphone
This is not a game, I am not unoriginal, and success comes from my musical talent

And all the family I've obtained over the years who representing for the same fears
And my fanbase that has grown over the years, who share the same concerns

You keep hating and disrespecting
You continue to dislike and disrespect me

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."
Violent J advised us to stay vigilant and ignore the haters, and to find inspiration from within ourselves

So this soul, this song, this rhyme, is the soul of your very own Frankenstein
This music is the product of my own creativity and hard work, and represents my unique identity

If they're both clones, what the fuck am I?
If they are both copies, what does that make me?

A painted dead body soaked in clone's formaldehyde?
Am I a lifeless body covered in the same chemicals as copies?

Known to sway your eye and straight knock out teeth
Known for being visually striking and musically powerful

And bring the heat to your zone, leaving ya to smoke in the street
And bringing intense energy to your area, leaving you overwhelmed

Knocking the beats, knocking the throw, knocking your door off the hinges
Delivering powerful music that shakes everything around it

Fuck you bitches and all you haters laying on the floor
Disrespecting those who oppose us

Fuck what you know, I play a base for a haters domes and telephone poles because I'm out cold
Disregarding conventional wisdom, and causing vibrations in the heads and surroundings of those who dislike us

Colton the undying, Blaze ya dead, you know the rest
Revealing the stage names of my partners in music

And it's a mothafucking shame to catch a bullet in your chest
And it is a tragedy to be shot in the chest

For some shit you said when you was high and thugging
For words spoken while under the influence and acting tough

Light a gas in your face, and look who ain't saying nothing
Setting someone's face on fire, and they will not speak again

You's a fake yourself, and fuck your wealth
You are inauthentic, despite your wealth

And fucking with a Frankenstein is bad for your health
Crossing a unique and powerful individual like myself can have severe consequences

And you can put it on my casket and my fan bases
You can hold my fans and myself accountable

This forty, these nuts, and our painted faces
Me, my partner, and our distinctive appearance

[Chorus:Repeat x2]
Repeating the chorus that emphasizes my unique identity as a Frankenstein