My pronounciation is still on progress. Meanwhile, you can read the lyrics below :

[Verse:1]/Nonem
All the fuckin youngsters in my age, already found and start a path. While I'm locked up in this cage, and my shit is lose to wrath. Gettin' fuckin sick of this place, my identitiy startin to clash. And now I'm filled with rage, I'm gon' break this f-ing cell.

Isolated not so late at  join the fray to interfere it. With my complexity and darkness no rapper here ever done that. People might call me a weirdo cause I'm doing something different. Most rapper here talking about their money like a gangster.

Everyone is the same, in this game. I’m not payin. We're not same. Dont ever try to make me same. I'm not game. Here I go again, with this pen in my hand purpose tell my pain with a play. Kinda hoping for a gain, not the fame. I just want their attention hoping they’ll understand ‘bout things I ain’t tell to their faces. Cause the most part of me are beyond their comprehension. Try to fill and stick these bunch of words into their deepest conscious.

Cause they might forgot, but I’m not. Every time, you take a shot. With a fist or with a word, doesn’t matter cause it got planted in my heart. Now I gotta take a start to fix everything in myself. Should’ve do it before I goin’ nuts.

[Bridge:1]

These are just my complaints, cause I just got restraint. This chain is my life that seems full of regrets. But I’m gon’ take this chance, to try to break it. To try to break it!

[Verse:2]

There’s no more the nice of me, barely got the left of it. All I had right now just cold and anger I’m trying to cope with. I think I should let it out. You probably get weirded out. Cause I never been allowed to ever become this loud. 

Break the cell, kick the shell, till it fell. I ain’t dwell, in this hell. No more L. I’mma tell you what I felt. Construct these words like a spell, deliberately to dispel you from my life cause bitch you’re fuckin’ L. 

You’re a drag bitch, with your hectic. Such a disease, better take that fuckin’ anticeptic. Listen to this, lyrical poetic. Inject this, dissect this so it’s connected and then affected to your fuckin’ generic rap. You got fans that think you’re Frederick Rapp. You also a fraud bitch, put a song that sounds really whack. Fuckin’ face tats rapper can’t replicate, imitate all the great MC’s that slay vocabs. Mumbler never stand a chance.

You ain’t number one, not even number two cause you using too many autotune and I hear you mumblin’ through out the music. And your muse is only fortune then into prostitution. You got no aptitude to turn vocabulary into lyrical rubick. 

[Bridge:2]/Jarakata

ay 
nonem
you spit fire homie 
now it’s my turn

[Verse:3]
ayo i start with a lil flow 
with a lil time but i take it slow
so i need to know if you’re in it and how am i gonna sound like a fuckin’ crying baby when i’m morphed into an anomaly fuckin’ catastrophe 
seekin’ answers thru society 
this tech monopoly seems a lil too much to take in
so i break in, and i give in 
livin’ but i’m dying 
seeing all these fakings 
feel like i wanna end this 
this here is a teaching
brought to you by the pain and the stress that we’re all in 
the city is rotten with a fake news and wrong things 
deceiving, believe in the judgment, surrounded by you and i’m open and i’m hoping.. 
it stops with a lil positivity and curiosity 
everything’ll be better eventually  
and honestly 
i just don’t give a fuck 
of what you’re about to say and i’ma say what i need to say 
get outta my way 
bitch behave 
i don’t need your opinion
but i ain’t no joe million 
ya’ll just sit and watch me grab the throne cause i’m serious