Back in the game though I never really left
Givin` more of the same somethin` funny somethin` def
Lot of rotting in my brain and there isn`t much left
Spice is the name and the band is Sudden Death
I do it for the fun with the help of my friends
And we`re always on the run like used Depends
I had a little fun tying up loose ends
Now that the work is done let the insanity commence
Normal emcees come a dozen for a dime
And I blow `em to their knees a dozen at a time
`Cause I am the cheese, I stand alone with my rhyme
So would somebody please serve me with a fine wine
OK maybe that`s not appropriate for me
Maybe more like a vat of moldy iced tea
No rhymes about gats or a blunted emcee
No frontin` like that, what you get is what you see
A lot of people wanna know where the name came from
Well I`ll tell ya, although it`s kinda dumb
A long time ago when we were very young
We were working on the flow and where the beats came from
I gave too much credit to the guys that night
We were thinkin` and we let it pass to the wayside
I picked one and didn`t get it but we had to decide
Sudden Death, Dave read it in the TV Guide
I didn`t see what the name had to do with the band
I thought it was kinda lame but for now I let it stand
I didn`t think it`d be the same for the long term plan
How it didn`t change I may number understand
So that`s it, no clever hidden meaning whatsoever
Sudden Death is here forever or as long as we`re together
Not fine like leather or sharp like cheddar
The truth is that I never thought of anything better
I get inspired by anything and everything around me
Ponder for a minute, to continue hit the pound key
Scribble my ideas in a beaten up notebook
Think about it till I`m caught by it like a fish hook
When the time comes to get the song done
I think about whether to write a short or a long one
Decide on a structure or whether or not to have one
Then I just start writin` rhymes and trying to have fun
It may be finished after lunch or maybe next year
Doesn`t really matter I just want it to be the best here
Whenever that happens I get workin` on the music
And if it all comes out OK then I use it
If it doesn`t then I throw it to the scrap heap
And let it rot there like four day old crab meat
And when I get enough good songs put together
I put `em on an album, a pointless endeavor
That`s the way it goes, `86 was the year
Had a lot of highs and lows, but the highs were rare
A lot of tight flows with comedic flare
And a couple live shows thrown in here and there
If I get my way and I always do
Then we`ll be here to stay pumpin` out something new
Maybe not every day but every year or two
And look for us someday at a theatre near you
For the next millennium expect more of the same
Somethin` kinda dumb, somethin` funny, somethin` lame
I may be a bum `cause to me this is a game
But I don`t care if I`ve won because I got now shame
We`ll be around despite people dissin`
If you don`t like the sound then you don`t have to listen
I`ll be making the rounds as my saliva glistens
Sudden Death will pound your ear drums, that`s the mission
