| Song | Where You at? |
| Artist | Noodle |
| Artist | SkyROK |
| Artist | Jake Pains |
| Artist | Dirty Efnic |
| Album | Where You at? |
| 作曲 : Noodle/SkyROK | |
| 作词 : Jake Pains/Dirty Efnic | |
| Where you at | |
| We at the forefront | |
| You at the back | |
| You Sat at your window | |
| im sat at my mac | |
| Patterning the beat | |
| making crowds | |
| in the east react yeh | |
| right here made a scene | |
| from scratch | |
| Took a right turn | |
| from the beaten track | |
| Now i leave any stage | |
| in a heap of ash | |
| since day been achieving that | |
| see the path | |
| Where YOU at | |
| yeh tell me where youre at | |
| yeh tell me where youre at | |
| Find me thousands of miles | |
| from the place that i started | |
| and still putting art on the map | |
| Deep in the session | |
| Now Where you at | |
| Keep it progression | |
| Now Where u at | |
| Anywhere that my feet tread | |
| Ill lead by expression Step in | |
| where you at Where you | |
| where you at you sat | |
| on your sofa strappin up | |
| barz on your phone pad | |
| I am Sat on the floor jotting | |
| down bars with the tip | |
| of the pen to the note pad | |
| and when we perform | |
| from out of the pad | |
| the crowd's in the east | |
| go mad promoters said that I | |
| would never make it | |
| now I hope | |
| that they ain't feeling mad | |
| where you at | |
| tell me where you at | |
| yeh tell me where you at | |
| bragin your flow is rare | |
| you got an idea then bring it | |
| to life with a little less chat | |
| where you at tell me | |
| where you at yeh tell me | |
| where you at | |
| I told you we got on lock like | |
| that | |
| we at the forefront you at back | |
| You can find me in east | |
| Find me up in asia | |
| Find me on beat | |
| Find me droppin heat | |
| while serving up a feast | |
| like bon appetit | |
| Bon appetit lets eat | |
| Made my meal ticket | |
| from mic’ing this mouth | |
| Now im living off riddims | |
| i written down Right now | |
| I be out killing cities | |
| while you aint left your house | |
| Im payed to play places | |
| you cant pronounce | |
| Mash up the dance | |
| from Start to fini word of mouth | |
| roaming street | |
| see the same crowed | |
| new crowed | |
| next week | |
| like jake said yeh bon apitite | |
| get paid | |
| now it's time to eat | |
| Get booked to play a new | |
| new place new face | |
| new speaker boxes and | |
| bass ex amount ah tunes | |
| to hear and lace | |
| You can call me kerouac | |
| Cos i write on the road | |
| on the road keep right | |
| whether man | |
| drive on the right or the left | |
| i find the dance | |
| ride any beat mic in the hand | |
| where you at | |
| Turn a pen and pad | |
| to a bit of heavy rap | |
| Its that platform to raise | |
| crowds like a helipad | |
| Aint landing until the place | |
| banging and still | |
| Keep advancing it's why | |
| im never heading back | |
| Never looking back | |
| never heading back | |
| come like a | |
| mason holding hammer | |
| knocking down nails know | |
| that I can't fail | |
| flow never been stale | |
| go on stage and i've never | |
| turned pale | |
| Where you at aiming | |
| on the map aiming for the | |
| stages aiming for the masses | |
| of all ages | |
| I do what I do and I love | |
| what I do regardless of wages | |
| where you at | |
| Where you at | |
| We at the forefront | |
| You at the back | |
| You Sat at your window | |
| im sat at my mac | |
| Patterning the beat | |
| making crowds | |
| in the east react yeh | |
| right here made a scene | |
| from scratch | |
| Took a right turn | |
| from the beaten track | |
| Now i leave any stage | |
| in a heap of ash | |
| since day been achieving that | |
| see the path | |
| Where YOU at yeh tell me | |
| where youre at yeh tell me | |
| where youre at | |
| Find me thousands of miles | |
| from the place that i started | |
| and still putting art on the map | |
| Deep in the session | |
| Now Where you at | |
| Keep it progression | |
| Now Where u at | |
| Anywhere that my feet tread | |
| Ill lead by expression Step in | |
| where you at Where you | |
| I tell you where I'm at | |
| I'm at home that is | |
| where I'm at | |
| I mashed up a rave | |
| and came of a plane I lost my | |
| voice and I can't get it back | |
| I'm half asleep | |
| I can't get to the phone | |
| leave your | |
| message after the tone | |
| If you calling to chat trash | |
| I recommend you don't | |
| pick up the phone | |
| No jehst ive been landing the sets | |
| landing the sets | |
| since landing in jets | |
| Landing the stages | |
| and landing requests | |
| Any Land land on a beat | |
| brandishing text | |
| And im far from the motherland | |
| But i know | |
| that the flow is a language | |
| anyone can understand | |
| So i go with the loaded prose | |
| But don't shoot for the moon | |
| i aim for the globe | |
| I aim for the mic I aim | |
| for the crowed I make them | |
| react and I them shout loud | |
| far from home no | |
| hypocrisy no trouble no war | |
| just vibze and unity | |
| that gives me inspiration | |
| to give it my all and deliver | |
| more quality so do | |
| what you love doin | |
| And keep it a | |
| secret don't tell nobody | |
| where you at you sat on your | |
| sofa strappin up barz on your | |
| phone pad I am Sat on the floor | |
| jotting down bars with the tip | |
| of the pen to the note pad | |
| and when we perform from out of | |
| the pad the crowd's in the east | |
| go mad promoters said that I | |
| would never make it now I hope | |
| that they ain't feeling mad | |
| where you at |
| zuò qǔ : Noodle SkyROK | |
| zuò cí : Jake Pains Dirty Efnic | |
| Where you at | |
| We at the forefront | |
| You at the back | |
| You Sat at your window | |
| im sat at my mac | |
| Patterning the beat | |
| making crowds | |
| in the east react yeh | |
| right here made a scene | |
| from scratch | |
| Took a right turn | |
| from the beaten track | |
| Now i leave any stage | |
| in a heap of ash | |
| since day been achieving that | |
| see the path | |
| Where YOU at | |
| yeh tell me where youre at | |
| yeh tell me where youre at | |
| Find me thousands of miles | |
| from the place that i started | |
| and still putting art on the map | |
| Deep in the session | |
| Now Where you at | |
| Keep it progression | |
| Now Where u at | |
| Anywhere that my feet tread | |
| Ill lead by expression Step in | |
| where you at Where you | |
| where you at you sat | |
| on your sofa strappin up | |
| barz on your phone pad | |
| I am Sat on the floor jotting | |
| down bars with the tip | |
| of the pen to the note pad | |
| and when we perform | |
| from out of the pad | |
| the crowd' s in the east | |
| go mad promoters said that I | |
| would never make it | |
| now I hope | |
| that they ain' t feeling mad | |
| where you at | |
| tell me where you at | |
| yeh tell me where you at | |
| bragin your flow is rare | |
| you got an idea then bring it | |
| to life with a little less chat | |
| where you at tell me | |
| where you at yeh tell me | |
| where you at | |
| I told you we got on lock like | |
| that | |
| we at the forefront you at back | |
| You can find me in east | |
| Find me up in asia | |
| Find me on beat | |
| Find me droppin heat | |
| while serving up a feast | |
| like bon appetit | |
| Bon appetit lets eat | |
| Made my meal ticket | |
| from mic' ing this mouth | |
| Now im living off riddims | |
| i written down Right now | |
| I be out killing cities | |
| while you aint left your house | |
| Im payed to play places | |
| you cant pronounce | |
| Mash up the dance | |
| from Start to fini word of mouth | |
| roaming street | |
| see the same crowed | |
| new crowed | |
| next week | |
| like jake said yeh bon apitite | |
| get paid | |
| now it' s time to eat | |
| Get booked to play a new | |
| new place new face | |
| new speaker boxes and | |
| bass ex amount ah tunes | |
| to hear and lace | |
| You can call me kerouac | |
| Cos i write on the road | |
| on the road keep right | |
| whether man | |
| drive on the right or the left | |
| i find the dance | |
| ride any beat mic in the hand | |
| where you at | |
| Turn a pen and pad | |
| to a bit of heavy rap | |
| Its that platform to raise | |
| crowds like a helipad | |
| Aint landing until the place | |
| banging and still | |
| Keep advancing it' s why | |
| im never heading back | |
| Never looking back | |
| never heading back | |
| come like a | |
| mason holding hammer | |
| knocking down nails know | |
| that I can' t fail | |
| flow never been stale | |
| go on stage and i' ve never | |
| turned pale | |
| Where you at aiming | |
| on the map aiming for the | |
| stages aiming for the masses | |
| of all ages | |
| I do what I do and I love | |
| what I do regardless of wages | |
| where you at | |
| Where you at | |
| We at the forefront | |
| You at the back | |
| You Sat at your window | |
| im sat at my mac | |
| Patterning the beat | |
| making crowds | |
| in the east react yeh | |
| right here made a scene | |
| from scratch | |
| Took a right turn | |
| from the beaten track | |
| Now i leave any stage | |
| in a heap of ash | |
| since day been achieving that | |
| see the path | |
| Where YOU at yeh tell me | |
| where youre at yeh tell me | |
| where youre at | |
| Find me thousands of miles | |
| from the place that i started | |
| and still putting art on the map | |
| Deep in the session | |
| Now Where you at | |
| Keep it progression | |
| Now Where u at | |
| Anywhere that my feet tread | |
| Ill lead by expression Step in | |
| where you at Where you | |
| I tell you where I' m at | |
| I' m at home that is | |
| where I' m at | |
| I mashed up a rave | |
| and came of a plane I lost my | |
| voice and I can' t get it back | |
| I' m half asleep | |
| I can' t get to the phone | |
| leave your | |
| message after the tone | |
| If you calling to chat trash | |
| I recommend you don' t | |
| pick up the phone | |
| No jehst ive been landing the sets | |
| landing the sets | |
| since landing in jets | |
| Landing the stages | |
| and landing requests | |
| Any Land land on a beat | |
| brandishing text | |
| And im far from the motherland | |
| But i know | |
| that the flow is a language | |
| anyone can understand | |
| So i go with the loaded prose | |
| But don' t shoot for the moon | |
| i aim for the globe | |
| I aim for the mic I aim | |
| for the crowed I make them | |
| react and I them shout loud | |
| far from home no | |
| hypocrisy no trouble no war | |
| just vibze and unity | |
| that gives me inspiration | |
| to give it my all and deliver | |
| more quality so do | |
| what you love doin | |
| And keep it a | |
| secret don' t tell nobody | |
| where you at you sat on your | |
| sofa strappin up barz on your | |
| phone pad I am Sat on the floor | |
| jotting down bars with the tip | |
| of the pen to the note pad | |
| and when we perform from out of | |
| the pad the crowd' s in the east | |
| go mad promoters said that I | |
| would never make it now I hope | |
| that they ain' t feeling mad | |
| where you at |