It's Nionsomnia rapping with an army of,

Ten psychosocial teenagers with insomnia

They tried to fit the grip

But their hole wasn't large enough

I tried to escape, guess I wasn't "hard" enough

Fuck the mainstream,

It'll never get the best of me

Thick locs, flannel, and some mothafuckin skinny jeans

Quit the boast, your grammar is a bore,

Take off the gown you look like Voldemort.

I'm in the building, I'm in the stars

I'm in the stellars got explosions in my heart

I'm not a hero, definitly not a demon,

I'm just another person trying to understand the meaning of a installation for inspiration,

It's got me spittin' sicker on this than a biochemical equation

Let em leak, don't let em speak,

If you want none taken, better watch your seat

I am a visionary. Throw out the dictionaries.

I got more wealth than corporates calling themselves missionaries

Got vibes, herb fumes and wine,

Don't come too close unless you got nine lives

But I'm not a rapper dude, I guess I've just seen things.

I speak on matters other than bitches, money, and limousines.

Trite expansion aint doing much for history and if you want to help solve this mystery get back at me.