baby pass the Spike All Purpose All Natural Seasoning
what i say in this mic is all for this natural reasoning
to bring a bland meal to life in the absence of a wife
hairy hands lack the love to guide flavour through the knife
mashed potatoes without garlic and my bread has gone cold
no tomatoes in my fridge cause they go bad after they're sold
boiled gray mush will do, thank you
pass the Spike baby before this turns blue

is it treason to a season to ignore its timely fruit?
should i be locked away today because i aint got the loot
to stand out from the crowd and shout aloud that i'm gourmet?
i'm just a simple man simple things will toot my flute
all alone without taste in a world that sells flavour
i gotta learn to baste if i want food to savour
it's too much for me so i'll just ask you a favour
pass the Spike baby; you're a life saver

i don't want a car to drive to the market
i'll never pave my way away from this tar pit
i'm stuck here today, but the future aint far kid
when we'll all be stuck this way, and the taste will be charred shit
trading silk for milk so you can feed your babies
fending off the ilk that want to spread their rabies
i'm sitting in my pit eating Spike with hay tea
so baby pass my mic cause i got a strike to lay here