The Alchemist - Ohma lyrics

From the beak to the pebble to the water In the street where the devil seems to wander I do this for the amputated children Lives settled by a manufactured building I honestly can't stand what we're dealing/ Eyes on the grounds and i put my hands to the ceiling/ Almost all of the time i write all of my rhyme I feel the rush and the riseand it touches my mind As i blow kush to the sky and i say f** the refine I got a buck in my hand and it stay clutch by my side Before the wikipedia mania The media taking ya feet from the area Leave ya peeps in hysteria The fever scaring ya Like measles and malaria Rarely playing ya/ insane what i'm making ya/ In a phase where im taking a blade straight to the trachea/ Straight up i really kinda wish this was all made up/ Maybe it would be when i finally decide to wake up