Don't Know Why

[Chorus ft Abstract Rude] I don't know when the time will be Which side of me whom you might see Be careful what you ask for That's no lie, sometimes we just don't know why [Moka Only] Yo, why do I do it like I do? How come I don't get into trouble like I used to? Why am I the last thing a girl understands? I'm just like the rest trying to get inside the pants Why don't I go and blow half the advance? Buy a couple cars and my moms a mini-van How come all I want to do is make beats? And eat like a pig, eating anything with cheese How come I don't talk about emcees? I don't talk about much anyway, see? Ain't a lot to say when you said it all before So I'mma let the homies come and tell you 'bout some more Chorus 2X [Prevail] No need for introductions Mention the relentless Why does my flow compare to those swinging wrenches? Why do I believe that you control your own destiny? Why I wreck like cyclone, my voice tone a symphony? Grind down the bones and separate the ligaments Why do I demonstrate how you can die from ignorance? It's like drifting through the Twilight Zone I'mma highlight the parts that I think you should be shown Why you want to know how darkness feels? I'll split your carcass in two parts like you ain't real I'm beyond this--the largest, and grandest scale Yo, my target, my hand though, is steady as hell I prevail on scales like Beethoven The mic in my hand conducts the same motion Why do I slice precise like Jack the Ripper Trip around, dressed in black and slash you quicker Chorus 2X [Mad Child] How come I don't use soap? Sit in the bath with a cup of coffee, have a couple of smokes I don't know any jokes Although I heard a ton of em, I can't remember none of them How come every time I hang out with my friends I make fun of them? Hate the way I act when I'm drunk but I drink Insensitive with revenge and tension, I don't think You couldn't benchpress my stress: shit weighs a ton You couldn't shock me with a taser gun Nothing surprise me; my whole tribe's lively Got anger and confusion standing right beside me It's why when I'm alone at home I'm not lonely Please do not drop by, do not phone me Might be crazy, but at least I'm not phony How come I don't follow trends? Got my own vision How come I don't try to talk to myself? I won't listen Why have I absorbed this morbid warped orbit? I can't let go of the pain, torture, torment As sure as I'm a muralist and nonconformist Love God but raise hell with the hot performance Chorus 2X