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