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blue scholars – the inkwell lyrics

yo, you ever go outside at night, look up into the sky, into the big, immense sky and think to yourself that’s a big sky!
like an inkwell

in a city that’s been waiting to blow since big b-tts and teen spirit
many make music you can hear it, secluded in the upper left dominantly grey-shaded sky
every other day, sorta like the bay
just a little bit wetter and cold in the winter
proximity to water make the soul a little gentler
out of towners don’t be knowin about the best-kepts
ain’t nothing better than the summer in the northwest
microphone check 1-206
through the smoke, who da smoke, can i get a quick fix
to lift this eye to the level of needle in the sky
lookin over the sound against the sh-r-s of the suicide capital
bust the magical dust, grammatically just the satellite
what makes seattle tight?
the fruits have been ripe in spite of all the bull,
and last second changes of plans like audibles
and prodigal sons, whose motto is run whenever possible
watch mr officer shoot before he aims
and claims self-defense in the name of the citizenry
spd’s spread the city like an std
i’m rollin’ rainier b-mpin let’s get free
while the people sleep, i must speak till they wake
let me push my pen to create

beats, rhymes and life
each time i write the fire ignites
i light the sky
there’s an infinite inkwell high above the city
dip the pen steadily, sing the melody
beats, rhymes and life
each time i write the fire ignites
i light the sky
there’s an infinite inkwell high above the city
dip the pen steadily, sing the melody

they paved rock candy and put up a parking lot
it was a spot for a minute it was hot
and then the cops lit it up when the thugs fisticuffs
then the mayor was quick to up and pin it on hip hop
shows got dropped on the cinder block crush
what’s left of the scene, rose up from the dust
it must have been many times overfrustrated
to watch the downfall of those who could’ve made it while
some waited for the next mixalot to blow
others made moves said ‘sh-t we ought to grow’ but
time moves slow when the clock’s overweight
eating those who wait as opposed to create
but those who make bread do not break the mold
i was only 19 but my rhymes were bold
when the things got for real i got up in the fold
and put up into practice all that i was told
wicked dialect came up and showed love
we called ourselves ‘phase’ and ironically it was
became the last kid still writing at 9-5
b-town ciphers with tale and justify
moved to the city started posing as a journalist
to get press p-sses and ask kids for prove instead
put down the pen, picked up the mic
aimin’ for compet-tor’s heads
and when i got done severin several losers
started getting down with h-lla producers
they welcomed me into the big house
but they didn’t feel the city so they moved back south
and other dudes weren’t even worth it to work with
and if i see one there’s about to be a murder word to jah
the year two double zero one
the trouble just begun to bear fruit
at the end of a troubling youth,
sabzi got me to speak over beats
like the key to unlock me, and i’ll be d-mned
ten years to the summer i began i’m still up in the lab
and while the people sleep i must speak til they wake
now let me push this pen to create
while the people sleep i must speak til they wake
now let me push this pen to create

beats, rhymes and life
each time i write the fire ignites
i light the sky
there’s an infinite inkwell high above the city
dip the pen steadily, sing the melody (repeat)

- blue scholars lyrics

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