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 Word