Grits - Why lyrics

Show me why show me why

The things I find strange
Alanis finds a bit ironic sip the tonic
Perfect description of me: atomic
Islamic belief always clashed with mine
Therefore we have beefs
Sun sets in the west and rises
In the east like yeast
At least I'll say, for the most
Part, "That's cool and all, "
No time for argument but prayer
While Beelzee's fooling y'all
Fiasco, singed, burning, yearning
Like Tabasco, so there
Shooting out releases "Mental" was
My last throw
Haskells like Eddie, not Vedder
I'm better while my deejay hit's the fader
Now don't get indignant
Catch yourself before you act ignorant
That's a sure sign of dead minds
Benign and malignant from here to Dallas
Extended with vocal stewing
My walk never switches from Patrick
Duffy to Bobby Ewing

Throw your hands to the ceiling
Tell me what you're feeling
Show me why (Show me why)
Throw your hands to the ceiling
Tell me what you're feeling, ooh

I see you looking to the left
And slowly moving to the
Right as you're bobbing
"Who is this?" is the question
That your mind is
Culture shock, the way we rock
Hip-hop and still drop rock
Belief beneath the beat, and it don't stop
We's bees, not killer
But we still attack on the forrilla
Just 'cause we left in
Tennessee don't mean we
Ain't got Qs and Ps to stay on
It's been too long off in this game
Though we know we just as dope
Still the treatment ain't the
Same from my peers
I'm guessing it's fear of innovation
But don't they contradict the golden
Rule as a nation? But what I'm facing is
Slowly dying from frustration
Of real heads who recognise
More than gangsters
'Cause my white-boy deejay
Everything he paly
Either from the old school or
Guaranteed to crowd move
It's universal, if you doubt it the rewind
For recollections of what I
Said back four lines
So raise your hands just as high
As you can get them if you feel it
Show me why and keep them to the sky

Throw your hands to the ceiling
Tell me what you're feeling
Show me why (show me why)
Throw your hands to the ceiling
Tell me what you're feeling, ooh
Throw your hands to the ceiling
Tell me what you're feeling
Show me why (show me why)
Throw your hands to the ceiling
Tell me what you're feeling

Quite rough and hammered
Not to be tampered with, court jester
I suggest you and your pals stop soliciting
Selling stuff
This is an album has surpassed you
Like school on Sunday: no class
Record drill susceptible to rejectable croup
Selectable few, which is us, worthy of trust
Gained in, sustained it
Proclaimed it - the factors
Been standing way too long the premises of an
Arch-nemesis that I been
Battling since Genesis let's finish this
My apparatus and status is, nonetheless
To be the fattest
To express with content of explicit
True check bonafide is up next - go
Test his verbal vortex
My mechanical components is
Spiritual links complex
Consist of powers way beyond the natural rim
The heart will tell the deepest secrets
Of the hardest of men
You know it's dope and that you're open
So you're raising your hands
And catching feelings while appealing
To your innermost man so throw em

Throw your hands to the ceiling
Tell me what you're feeling
Show me why (show me why)
Throw your hands to the ceiling
Tell me what you're feeling, ooh
Throw your hands to the ceiling
Tell me what you're feeling
Show me why (show me why)
Throw your hands to the ceiling
Tell me what you're feeling, ooh

See now
I came in the party with the deejay stance
I left with the crowd open and
A whole new base of fans
Hands to the ceiling
How you're feeling's what you showing me
I thank the Lord again when people notice me
Holding me accountable to levels higher
Than I can attain i stare into the eye of
The storm when it rains
Like pains in birth, it hurts deep within
If you feel me
Throw your hands to the ceiling again

Show me why throw your hands to the ceiling
Tell me what you're feeling
Show me why (show me why)
Throw your hands to the ceiling
Tell me what you're feeling