Ten after one I think I'll hop the horse
Downtown native three of course
Just came from fishing couldn't get a catch
Downtown they'll probably have a batch
A white sandwich and a Guinness Stout
But with the beer 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 rhythms 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 reads
When he was done we rattled on
There was no rush because it wasn't dawn
We pointed things out about these times
The worlds, the fammers and the crazy crimes
Inflation of the nation, involves 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 save a 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 how it seems its Phife my witness
Bug out all night, ask Phife, he's with this
Girls will scream 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 throttle
It probably moves with the morning wind
Ohh my God, here's Phife again
Hear him talkin' bout last nights game
Trying to remember someone's name
So hear the frogs dancing in the street
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
Explaination 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