Blue Scholars
Inkwell
[Intro]
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...

[Verse 1]
In a city that's been waiting to blow since big butts and teen spirit
Many make music, few can hear it, secluded in the upper left
Dominantly grey-shaded skies 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-kept
Ain't nothing better than the summer in the Northwest
Microphone check 1-206
Buddha smoke, buddha 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 shores of the suicide capital
Bust the magical dust, grammatically adjust 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 bumpin', let's get free
While the people sleep, I must speak 'til they wake
Now let me push my pen to create

[Chorus]
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
Of 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

[Verse 2]
They paved rock candy and put up a parking lot
It was a spot for 'em and it was hot up in it
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 over-frustrated
To watch the downfall of those who could've made it while
Some waited for the next Mix-a-lot to blow
Others made moves said "shit we ought to grow" but
Time moves slow when the clock's overweight
Meaning 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
Wickedialect then 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 passes and ask kids for burgers, show and prove instead
Put down the pen, picked up the mic
Came in for competitor's heads
And when I got done severin' several losers
Started getting down with hella 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 worth a jaw
You get two double zero one, the struggle 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 damned
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

[Chorus]
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
Of 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
Of 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
Of 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

[Outro]
Of beats, rhymes and life
Each time I write
The fire ignites, the fire ignites, the fire ignites