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Chorus (After Hours it was cool x8) |
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Q-Tip: |
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Ten after one I think I'll hop the horse |
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Downtown late of three of course |
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Just came from fishing couldn't get a catch |
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Downtown they'll probably have a batch |
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A whiting sandwich and a Guinness Stout |
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but with the beer though I had a bout |
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So I exchanged it for some apple juice |
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I had the blues but I shook them loose |
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A jeep is blasting from the urban streets |
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Loots of funk over hardcore beats |
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The moon dabbles in the morning sky |
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As the minutes just creep on by |
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I get a thought and hear comes my Tribe |
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Ritual shakes and in good vibes |
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Like always the Quest begins |
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In the mist though but the rhyth's move in |
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We find a spot and we sit and chat |
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Speaking on the status quo of rap |
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A derelick makes a real long speach |
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We pay attention to the words he read |
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When he was done we rattled on |
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There was no lunch because it wasn't dawn |
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We pointed things out about this times |
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The worlds famons and the crazy crimes |
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Inflation of the nation, it bothers me |
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I better go gold, to pay the taxes |
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Gotta be swift society |
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The man whose made is the man who maxes |
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The grounds for living are being discussed |
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As we go it gets close to dusk |
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Gather thoughts and savor breath |
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Cause there's only a few hours left |
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Chorus: |
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After Hours it was cool (x8) |
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Me ohh my, hey-hey, hey-hey |
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The human hours are here to stay |
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This is how it seems(?) my witness |
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Bug out all night, ask Phife, he's with this |
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Girls be screaming on this conversation |
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I have my two cents for a revelation |
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And my watch continuously tic-tocs |
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Shaheed will bring up the beats that rocks |
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I hear the frogs and the smashing of bottles |
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A car revs up and I hear it trottle |
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It probably moves with the morning wind |
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Ohh my God, here's Phife again |
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(?) talking about last nights game |
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Trying to remember someone's name |
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So hear the frogs dancing in the streets |
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Once again Ali will bring up the beat |
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Like this |
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(Sounds of frogs) |
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Q-Tip: |
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The beat is over and so is the night |
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The sun is risen and the shine is bright |
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We all say peace and go our separate ways |
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Youth is fading as we gain our days |
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Explanation for the song is simp' |
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The hours creep, excuse me, I mean limp |
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As we go you hear a gasp of laugh |
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As we start up our rhythmic path |
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Like this |
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Chorus |
