Where Ya At? [Extended Version] – Song and Lyrics by (Ex) Cat Heads


Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Where Ya At? [Extended Version]’ by (Ex) Cat Heads. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of (Ex) Cat Heads or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

“This is a mission, not a small time thing” (sample repeats)
[Mobb Deep]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, word up son, check it out though
YaknowhatI’msayin? Word up son
Listen up son, knowhutI’msayin?
(Watch out for them man) Listen up son, check it out though, yo

Open your eyes get wise and look alive focus your attention
Windows 95 updated high tech lynchin
Crosses of the colored man who claims he hold the keys to the safe
Secrets of the world, blow him in his face
Who’s the master of the universe, galaxy and planets
Babylonians ecstatic moon the sinkin of Atlantis
(Be the one soul original black filled with melanin
Goin out like represent Kuwait in 2000)

Never too complex to where it fly
Over the heads of 85, I strive
To stay real and keep hip-hop alive
Revive thoughts collide, you better slide I advise
You keep the eyes on the prize, my metal rips
Militant minded like the prejudice devils I shatter
This march was meant to spark a million diligent hearts
Or e’rylife, we even see alike so play your part

Knowledge equality, born gods can follow me
As we swarm the yard like bees out in D.C.
The TV’ll televise the revolution for sellin lies
Within the constitution, realise the former solution
October 16th, a million black minds comin intertwined on the fact find
Lord Jamal, black Jesus and I stack rhymes
But the black-on-black crime that attack mine

So where you at why’all?
Right here, hangin with my brothers and we showin no fear
So where you at why’all?
Right here, if you represent then throw your hands in the air

Hear my synopsis, I drop this
Generates thoughts of born-awareness of the here-and-now
Buildin a poem with many spearin out
Society inflaws unjust laws remain the voided common cause
Equality rules you to love that equality
Many’s law to trust this
Act of the devil possess the sword of justice
Take the devil’s head through levels and bad truth can spread to mental dead

Imagine us traveling back to Nazareth
Most fabulous
To raise up the black dead slaves like Lazarus
When I catch rays through the blaze holy essays
No more death days and vexed slaves possessed in caves
Yo it’s the last days and times we gots to raise your mind
Brothers walk around dumb different and blind
Pregnant Earths always carry eggs
I pledge to never fall of the ledge
And blacks remain family like Sister Sledge

As we struggle in the jungle of sin, my thoughts are militant
Destroyin the ignorance, buildin the innocent
Teachin infants infinite knowledge
That wasn’t taught in high schools or college
My representation is with the thirty million man destination
Washington, D.C., war with the masons
The only celebration is Satan’s elimination
The past education at the present is revelations
The future’s our creation, elevation of the nation


Yo around Red (16) October
BROOKLYN ZOO attack like cobra
Killin warrior soldiers in D.C., you face Jehovah all over
The darkside, I ride tracks to provide
Elementive intelligence while you fake MC’s hide
LEFT RIGHT as I command all my sons ’cause I’m grand
(Pull his head, snatch land) See if I slide through the sand
Snakin those who choose to fake moves on Zoo, ya get bruised
(Bring ya crew) Opposin the chosen son of God, you get scarred hard

Now, to all my brothers we be rhymin like this
Yeah I can handle, but they can’t kill it mill or dismantle it
And we can leave the component alone
Show all my brothers a brother instead of negro
Crackers in the back obscene nahmean?
But I’ve been knockin em out the box like ????
So on the single we be flowin at the lingo
Comin together, not solo like Mandingo

Somebody stole me, you took me from Kunta to Toby
And mould me, in a way that you freed me but still hold me
What you tryin to pull? Eatin us like cannibals
Whatever happened to that forty acres and that animal
Now you tryin to use integration just to fool us
Like Malcolm said we been hoodwinked and bamboozled
Mama cryin, and I ain’t lyin
I’m going to Washington for justice, I’ma get it or die tryin
Don’t hesitate, he’s at the gate
And that’s a million black men in one place to set it straight
So black women applaud the black God
I’m DA Smart with the million man march