Why lyrics

[Intro]

Show me why

Show me why

[Verse 1]

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 hits 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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 3]

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...

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 4]

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

[Chorus]

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