Don't Know Why - Swollen Members, 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

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

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

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