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