Sudden Death - Theory lyrics

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