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Текст песни Sudden Death - Theory

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Back in the game though I never really leftGivin` more of the same somethin` funny somethin` defLot of rotting in my brain and there isn`t much leftSpice is the name and the band is Sudden DeathI do it for the fun with the help of my friendsAnd we`re always on the run like used DependsI had a little fun tying up loose endsNow that the work is done let the insanity commenceNormal emcees come a dozen for a dimeAnd I blow `em to their knees a dozen at a time`Cause I am the cheese, I stand alone with my rhymeSo would somebody please serve me with a fine wineOK maybe that`s not appropriate for meMaybe more like a vat of moldy iced teaNo rhymes about gats or a blunted emceeNo frontin` like that, what you get is what you seeA lot of people wanna know where the name came fromWell I`ll tell ya, although it`s kinda dumbA long time ago when we were very youngWe were working on the flow and where the beats came fromI gave too much credit to the guys that nightWe were thinkin` and we let it pass to the waysideI picked one and didn`t get it but we had to decide"Sudden Death," Dave read it in the TV GuideI didn`t see what the name had to do with the bandI thought it was kinda lame but for now I let it standI didn`t think it`d be the same for the long term planHow it didn`t change I may number understandSo that`s it, no clever hidden meaning whatsoeverSudden Death is here forever or as long as we`re togetherNot fine like leather or sharp like cheddarThe truth is that I never thought of anything betterI get inspired by anything and everything around mePonder for a minute, to continue hit the pound keyScribble my ideas in a beaten up notebookThink about it till I`m caught by it like a fish hookWhen the time comes to get the song doneI think about whether to write a short or a long oneDecide on a structure or whether or not to have oneThen I just start writin` rhymes and trying to have funIt may be finished after lunch or maybe next yearDoesn`t really matter I just want it to be the best hereWhenever that happens I get workin` on the musicAnd if it all comes out OK then I use itIf it doesn`t then I throw it to the scrap heapAnd let it rot there like four day old crab meatAnd when I get enough good songs put togetherI put `em on an album, a pointless endeavorThat`s the way it goes, `86 was the yearHad a lot of highs and lows, but the highs were rareA lot of tight flows with comedic flareAnd a couple live shows thrown in here and thereIf I get my way and I always doThen we`ll be here to stay pumpin` out something newMaybe not every day but every year or twoAnd look for us someday at a theatre near youFor the next millennium expect more of the sameSomethin` kinda dumb, somethin` funny, somethin` lameI may be a bum `cause to me this is a gameBut I don`t care if I`ve won because I got now shameWe`ll be around despite people dissin`If you don`t like the sound then you don`t have to listenI`ll be making the rounds as my saliva glistensSudden Death will pound your ear drums, that`s the mission

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