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