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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 SongtexteI 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 Aus Songtexte Mania