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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 team spirit Many make music you can hear it, secluded in the upper left dominantly grey-shaded sky Every other day, sorta like today 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 of this ripe in spite of all the bull, And last second changes of plans __________ 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 bets carefree While the people sleep, I must speak till they wake Let me push my pen to create Beat, seat rhymes and life Each time I write the fire ignites Letras de cancionesI 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 them and 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 for us in the 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 live Some waited for the next mixalot to blow Others made moves said 'shit we got to grow' but Time moves slow when the clock's overweight Meaning those who wait as opposed to create But those who make bread and 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 Wickedia 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 prove instead Put down the pen, picked up the mic Came in for competitor's heads And when I got down severin several losin 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 wonders about to believe a word of it You get 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 damned Ten years the summer I began I'm still up in the lab Other 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 A Beat's, 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) From Letras Mania