| Blue Scholars – The Inkwell Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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Float On Remix lyrics: Yo, you ever look up at the sky at night, man, and think to yourself I really wish someone would flip, like, a local rock track, on some beats, rhymes, and life. What up, y’all Ya better move when the beat drops We’re gonna take it back home with the rhythm of a beat box From the roofs to the treetops we been rockin’ since Footlocker 20 dollar Reeboks In a city that’s been waiting to blow since big butts and team spirit Many make music , few 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 overlooking the sound against the shores of the suicide capital Bust the magical, dust grammatically, just the satellite What makes seattle tight? The fruits of this 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 lets get free While the people sleep, I must speak till they wake Let me push my pen to create Beat, 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 Beat, 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 the young was done No place to go if you’re under 21 So Mark wrote an article, folks started gatherin’ All ages shows at the Paradox is happening Back then Sam was second in command He epitomized the definition of a fan Ran into Padre, Matt, and Butter Ben Benny Blanco, High Noon, and other Ben Homo was Jason, we made just enough fence from the last show just to fund the next one Brainstorm a mad crew, to make a brand new avenue for the battle with the youth to ensue Introduced to the truth of an organized mass, consequently started skippin’ more class Listen, passing out flyers on the Ave, and that’s when me and Sabzi hit the lab Devon had dreads, Sean had glasses, learn a couple lessons while building with black anger Put up into practice all that I was told back when the scene had both peace and soul Was all about the local compilations for fourteen fathoms swapping rotation Peace and Kareem was sneaking again, when I was 19 Pete hit the scene from within Backstage creeping with a pad and a pen, then Larry dropped his philosophy in print Shed a little light , (?) slept on instead, moved to the Beacon, south side represent You are now witnessing a city on the verge, connected by the energy of these three words You are now witnessing a city on the verge, connected by the energy of three words 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 x2)’ Float on, Float on Float on, Float on |
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