The Inkwell Lyrics

Song	The Inkwell
Artist	Blue Scholars
Album	Blue Scholars
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	作曲 : Geologic
	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 butts 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 shores 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 bumpin' '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 ‘shit 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 in '95
	B-town ciphers with Tale and Justify
	Moved to the city started posing as a journalist
	To get press passes and ask kids for prove instead
	Put down the pen, picked up the mic
	Aimin' 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 word to jah
	The year 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
	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)

	zuo qu : Geologic
	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 butts and teen spirit,
	Many make music. You can hear it secluded in the upper left dominantly greyshaded 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 bestkepts
	Ain' t nothing better than the summer in the northwest
	Microphone check 1206
	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 shores 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 selfdefense 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 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 ' shit 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 in ' 95
	Btown ciphers with Tale and Justify
	Moved to the city started posing as a journalist
	To get press passes and ask kids for prove instead
	Put down the pen, picked up the mic
	Aimin' 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 word to jah
	The year 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
	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

	zuò qǔ : Geologic
	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 butts and teen spirit,
	Many make music. You can hear it secluded in the upper left dominantly greyshaded 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 bestkepts
	Ain' t nothing better than the summer in the northwest
	Microphone check 1206
	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 shores 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 selfdefense 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 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 ' shit 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 in ' 95
	Btown ciphers with Tale and Justify
	Moved to the city started posing as a journalist
	To get press passes and ask kids for prove instead
	Put down the pen, picked up the mic
	Aimin' 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 word to jah
	The year 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
	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

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