Nights Like These

On these nights, it's rather nice
To not have to do shit but sit and write
Look at the lights of the city twinkling bright
Snow falling, no one calling to disturb my solitude
Living alone in this northwest mecca I call home
Where I'm free to roam like Klondike
My get downs are step downs from the way you niggas do it
Everything liquidy, velvet, fluid
The color of love, that's the color that I paint my raps
No certain topic, just a pilot and a cockpit and a map

I think I'll take a nap, yeah, I got it like that
Perhaps I'll just stay up and make you look up, way up
West Coast friendly giant
Relish in the silence that's broken by a snare tap
Piano crescendo and a hot blend, yo

Bottle of apple juice
I'm one of those rare cats that rap produce
Ask my partners in the MC world, I got a presence that hums with magic
Comes with time, automaticism, emphatic
Script the flipside, might sound erratic, but I'm fly like a status
Hours tick away like no one's business
Never at a standstill, never fenced in like lattice

On nights like these
On nights like these
What it comes down to
On nights like these
By myself just chilling
On nights like these

I'm 'bout to change my name to Mocha Lonely
Pattern of homies be scattered like some marbles in the street

Ain't gone by then for 10 years or so, I should revert
To Mr. Denton, putting in work, now fuck we jerk
Tears out the soul refresh the definition of rap
From the west expedition
Hot sheet metal with your foot on the gas

There's too much gas, a bunch of questionable cats
Can't collectively get shit together
Fast to make a Mocha album go smash
I do it for myself with an uncertain amount of cash
But still it pops, peep the feeling, I'm here for healing
Used to draw artwork like all day, I should still hit it
Mocha O for the committed
Hitting Portland, blazing trails with Kirby, Dom and Johnson
Gone some days, then I'm back at the 'parts bumping

My hip hop that supersedes your assumption

Crunching like my boy Brady say, that means eating
Let's eat, enjoy the finer moments of the week
Over this dreamlike beat, letting Charles and Jimmy speak

On nights like these
What it comes down to
On nights like these
How I like it
On nights like these
What it all comes down to
On nights like these
Now check my poems, take these poems out

Reheat my sweet remnants of a 'vette
House be squeaking almost like it's speaking
Another cheap condo leaking
Back to my dream, I don't feel like a team player
I'm the mayor
City council member from Vancou to the Bay Area
Pitch my chips like I'm at the Rio in Las Vegas with a G, yo

Gambling on my rambling becoming something of cherished value
Life with a maraschino cherry on top

Won't slow like Shimano coaster brakes
On your ghetto ass bike that won't stop
At the light, going over the handlebars, yikes
I need control to put my soul at ease with my life
Eating Vietnamese with my CPs
Some of which is peas from the same pod like Jesus and God
For reasons unknown, I'm home alone a lot
No house parties like I used to do

With a damn tire coming through the window, ooh
Trying my luck with a bimbo that wasn't worth my time or my bucks
Now my rhyme and my life fluctuate, you wait and see

On nights like these
Nights like these
Nights like these
Get freaky with that harmonica
On nights like these
Let's do this, bring it in
Harmonica, come on
Sing that part again