The Crash from Occupied EP by Khan & Ghost Hour

Throw on a sweater
headed out for the cold night
I hold tight to this microphone
but the old sight
that I'm seein' in my mirror's lookin' less clear
Less near
Kinda distant from the sess cure
rest assured,
cracked bottles with the fresh herb
relievin' nerves steady buzzin from the pressure,
I gesture lookin small in my sweatshirt
the raps droppin more knowledge than a lecture.

I see I'm divin' into bubbles
and I'm lyin' about my troubles
my supply is not enough, though
It's more than subtle
Throat wet like a puddle
Speech in a muddle
Peep the way the cookie crumble:
I fell asleep, steering wheel at my reach
Didn't even hear the screech
But now I'm beached
Like an Island, in the midst of the road
hop out the whip
all I saw was the mist and the glow
of my taillights
Yo, I can't see in the fog
so I grab my shit cuz I figured that I should mob
and I'm outty
and I'm walkin on the shoulder
when suddenly I feel like the night got colder.

I look for lights cuz I'm needin' a ride
but I haven't seen a soul and I have to wonder why
wonder why... wonder why...
Am I alive? Did I Die?
What?

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• conscious hip hop
• emceeing
• lyrical
• mixtape
• underground
• California