After Hours

After hours, it was cool, after hours, it was cool

After hours, it was cool, after hours, it was cool (you got to) (get off)

After hours, it was cool, after hours, it was cool (you got to) (get off)

After hours, it was cool, after hours, it was cool (you got to) (get off)

Ten after one, I think I'll hop the horse

Downtown '83 of course

Just came from fishing, couldn't get a catch

Downtown, they'll probably have a batch

A whiting sandwich and a Guinness Stout

But with the beer though I had about

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

Loops of funk over hardcore beats

The moon dabbles in the morning sky

As the minutes just creep on by

I get a thought and here comes my Tribe

Ritual shakes and in good vibes

Like always the Quest begins

In the mist though but the rhythms moving

We find a spot and we sit and chat

Speaking on the status quo of rap

A derelict makes a real long speech

We pay attention to the words he read

When he was done, we rattled on

There was no rush because it wasn't dawn

We pointed things out about these times

The world's famines and the crazy crimes

Inflation of the nation, it bothers me

I better go gold, to pay the taxes

Gotta be swift 'n 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

After hours, it was cool, after hours, it was cool

After hours, it was cool, after hours, it was cool (you got to) (get off)

After hours, it was cool, after hours, it was cool (you got to) (get off)

After hours, it was cool, after hours, it was cool (you got to) (get off)

Me oh my, hey-hey, hey-hey

The human hours are here to stay

This is how it seems as Phife's 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 tick-tocks

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

Oh my God, here's Phife again

Hear him talking about last night's 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

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

After hours, it was cool, after hours, it was cool (get off)

After hours, it was cool, after hours, it was cool (you got to) (get off)

After hours, it was cool, after hours, it was cool (you got to) (get off)

After hours, it was cool, after hours, it was cool (you got to) (get off)

Cold world

Walking in some French mold

And I left back my footprints

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