Sabzi - 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 bu*ts 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 [Hook] 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 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 Mixalot to blow Others made moves said "sh** 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 pa**es 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 [Hook] (2x) Beats, rhymes, and life Each time I write The fire ignites, the fire ignites, the fire ignites