Morning Tea

Do you ever go outside at night

Look up into the sky, into the big, immense sky

And think to yourself, "Thats a big sky, like an inkwell."

In a city that's been waiting the blow

Since big butts and teen spirit

Many make music, you hear it

Secluded in the upper left, dominantly gray

Shaded skies any 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 town they don't be knowing about the best kept

Aint nothing better than the summer in the Northwest

Microphone check: 1-206

Who just spoke through the smoke can I get a quick fix to lift

This eye to the level of the needle in the sky

Looking over the sound against the shores of the Suicide Capital

Bust a magical dust, grammatically adjust the satellite

What makes Seattle tight

The fruit's a bit ripe in spite of all the mold

And last second changes of plans like on hold

And prodigal sons whose model is run whenever possible

Watch Mr. Officer shoot before he aims and claims self defense

In the name of the citizen free

SPD's spread the city like an STD

I'm rolling Rainier bugging "Let's get free"

While the people sleep, I'ma speak 'till they wake

Now let me push my pen to create

The beats, rhymes in 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

Your beats, rhymes in 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 was hotter

Then the cops lit it up when the thugs fist the cuffs

And the mayor was quick to up and pin it on hip-hop

Shows got dropped when the cinder block crushed

What's left of the scene grows up from the dust

There must have been many times over-frustrated to watch the downfall of those who could have made it

While some waited for the next Mix-a-lot to flow

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 nineteen, but my rhymes were bold

And when things got for real I got up in the bowl

And put them in to practice all that I was told

Wicked's eye that came up and showed up

We call ourselves fate and ironically, it was

Became the last kid still writing at 9 to 5

In B-town Syphus we can't even justify

Moved to the city, started posing as a journalist

To get press passes and ask kids for murder so we prove instead

Put down the pen, picked up the mic

Taken from competitors heads

And when I got done severing severable losers

Started getting down with hella producers

Main group 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 be word a worth I'll jot

Begin 2 double zero 1, the struggle just begun to bear fruit

At the end of a troubling youth

Sobs have got me

To speak over beats like the key to unlock me

And I'll be damned

10 years to the summer I began I'm still up in the lab

And while the people sleep I'ma speak 'till they wake

Now let me push this pen to create

While the people sleep I'ma speak 'till they wake

Now let me push this pen to create

The beats, rhymes in 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

Your beats, rhymes in 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

The beats rhymes in 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

Your beats, rhymes in 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

Your beats..rhymes..in life...each..time I write

The fire ignites

The fire ignites

The fire ignites!