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