Artist: Frankenstein f/ Bishop Brigante Album: The Science of Sound Song: Strange to the Eye Typed by: Matt Jost [ VERSE 1: Frankenstein ] Hold your tool real tight when you walk by night Know these ill-type kids that run shit for spite Crime pays in all ways, now you trapped in a maze Shit'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 shit 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, assassinate, demonstrate Best friends sexin each other Lovers, calicos and white covers Discovered day by day, resolutions Cooking crack to prostitution Block abusin while cops watch amusin Not assumin, 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 shit's changed, no longer dime offers to get brains Big game, my train of thought assumes responsibilty Snappin fingers at cold thighs, no response is killin 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 ( ? ) kill 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 shit fresh Always on a hush, don't know really who to trust All these weak motherfuckers who are envious Poisonous type slang from the fang, get the juice Witchcraft type shit when I produce You know my my style, cold blooded like a reptile Meanwhile people clock my shit 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 ]