Chorus (After Hours it was cool x8) 

Q-Tip: 

Ten after one I think I'll hop the horse 
Downtown late of three of course 
Just came from fishing couldn't get a catch 
Downtown they'll probably have a batch 
A whitened sandwich and again it stopped 
But with the bail though I had a bout 
So I exchanged it for some apple juice 
I had the blues but I shook them loose 
A jeep is blasting from the urban streets 
Loots of funk over hardcore beats 
The moon dabbles in the morning sky 
As the minutes just creep on by 
I get a thought and hear comes my Tribe 
Ritual shakes and in good vibes 
Like always the Quest begins 
In the mist though but the rhyth's move in 
We find a spot and we sit and chat 
Speaking on the status quo of rap 
A derelick makes a real long speach 
We pay attention to the words he read 
When he was done we rattled on 
There was no lunch because it wasn't dawn 
We pointed things out about this times 
The worlds famons and the crazy crimes 
Inflation of the nation, it bothers me 
I better go gold, to pay the taxes 
Gotta be swift society 
The man whose made is the man who maxes 
The grounds for living are being discussed 
As we go it gets close to dusk 
Gather thoughts and savor breath 
Cause there's only a few hours left 

Chorus: 
After Hours it was cool (x8) 

Q-Tip: 

Me ohh my, hey-hey, hey-hey 
The human hours are here to stay 
This is how it seems(?) my witness 
Bug out all night, ask Phife, he's with this 
Girls be screaming on this conversation 
I have my two cents for a revelation 
And my watch continuously tic-tocs 
Shaheed will bring up the beats that rocks 
I hear the frogs and the smashing of bottles 
A car revs up and I hear it trottle 
It probably moves with the morning wind 
Ohh my God, here's Phife again 
(?) talking about last nights game 
Trying to remember someone's name 
So hear the frogs dancing in the streets 
Once again Ali will bring up the beat 
Like this 

(Sounds of frogs) 

Q-Tip: 

The beat is over and so is the night 
The sun is risen and the shine is bright 
We all say peace and go our separate ways 
Youth is fading as we gain our days 
Expedition for the song is simp' 
The hours creep, excuse me, I mean limp 
As we go you hear a gasp of laugh 
As we start up our rhythmic path 
Like this 

Chorus