[ VERSE 1: Frankenstein ]
Hold your tool real tight when you walk by night
Know these ill-type kids that run sh** for spite
Crime pays in all ways, now you trapped in a maze
sh**'s mad real when you lyin on your shoulder blades
I won't pretend, man, I never held a glock
Never hit the weed spot or touched the white rock
Some Frankenstein sh** that I come to illustrate
These ill-type rhymes with the beats that I make
It's all about the music, nothing more and nothing less
Nothing bet, nothing gained, so I chill and manifest
Turn to dust and rise when it's my turn to die
I face God one on one, eye to eye
You know the story, man, in effect where it goes
I'm not organic so I won't decompose
It's pure energy, straight from the throne
No matter how we live, kid, we all die alone
[ CHORUS: Frankenstein ]
Life goes on, time goes by
People that I once knew seem strange to the eye
As life goes on and time goes by
People that I once knew seem strange
[ VERSE 2: Bishop Brigante ]
Yo, right hand squeeze too tight, left hand penetrate
Chest poke, arms drop, a**a**inate, demonstrate
Best friends s**in each other
Lovers, calicos and white covers
Discovered day by day, resolutions
Cooking crack to prostitution
Block abusin while cops watch amusin
Not a**umin, thoughts are movin
Properly I'm shocked to see
Shorty from back times extract lines and sniff 'em
The ultimate high mission, pearly gates admission
Mistaken vision while syringes plummet through thick veins
The sh**'s changed, no longer dime offers to get brains
Big game, my train of thought a**umes responsibilty
Snappin fingers at cold thighs, no response is k**in me
Abilities go against the grain, relieve the pain through vocals
Bifocals are strained while sanity is maintained
Unexplained behaviour, best friends becomin strangers
Spill blood when we grudge, forever bust slugs for paper
Placin wages through dice rolls ( ? ) k** a soul
Strugglin, resort to jugglin, till every bid is sold
We livin fo' paradise, a new wife, some sort of new life
The closer you get, the right hand close too tight
[ CHORUS: Frankenstein ]
[ VERSE 3: Frankenstein ]
Check the wild profile or the style that I'm paintin
Hip hop forever changin, dunn, it's still amazin
Cutthroats run for self, steady on a quest
I do what I gotta do to make my sh** fresh
Always on a hush, don't know really who to trust
All these weak motherf**ers who are envious
Poisonous type slang from the fang, get the juice
Witchcraft type sh** when I produce
You know my my style, cold blooded like a reptile
Meanwhile people clock my sh** like a sun dial
Got the secrets of the world like the Nile
Or dead Egyptian kings who lay mummified, yo
Nowhere to run from, plus I'm steady gunnin
Like Jack the Ripper on a tear through London
Yo, you know the tales from the dungeon
The cobweb walls, bloodspills and bathroom waterfalls
This the true math that I always apply
Divide and conquer MC's that try to multiply
Phoney imitation with no foundation
Speak to myself and have my own conversation
God's from within, no start and no end
Rain drips from the sky, dissolves and goes back again
[ CHORUS: Frankenstein ]