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lyrics

Sometimes you’re just magnificent
Sometimes you’re out of style
Sometimes you split the difference
Act like an ordinary human for a while
But I don’t take it serious
Cuz humans are ridiculous
You know that’s why I’m empress
You know that’s why I’m empress

Have you ever seen a science fiction queen
Upon your little planet that’s the only place you been now
And I can see how you wouldn’t expect the empress
To address this world that’s such a hot mess
But I guess I’ll explain, challenge your brain
How I came from the heights of fame, back in the day
Sustained my reign, but now it pains me to say they forget my name
Forget the day the empress came
Cuz the haters gonna hate, but they never can understand
Where I been and what I seen and what I am
And the best of your scientists are scramblin’
To understand what’s at hand for humanity. They say

G: When testing the specimen for some evidence of sentience
Detected excessive intelligence in my experiments
In my experience this is without precedent
Perplexed, I requested to test my hypothesis
So I could document the complex environment of rhymes
In which the aforementioned subject appears to thrive
I question why, in light of the science, this transpired
Is this success? This empress? But I digress

Wake up late, have a little bit of soylent green
Bring in the bass beat, keep you on the edge of your seat
While I lie low, biding my time, preoccupy you with my rhymes
Until the hour is nigh
When the haters’ eyes will see my empire rise
And they wonderin why I keep blowin they mind
While Unidentified Funk Object will provide the funky vibe
You’re mystified
You think you interstellar haters can replace me?
Well can you face me? Where would your brains be?
Disintegrated like the vaporized papers around my space weed
You’re saying praise be unto the space queen

credits

from Old School Future, track released October 31, 2015
Lyrics and music: G. Melchin/T. Laing

Produced by: Greg Melchin, Ed Renzi
Mixed by: Charles Austin
Mastered by: TimJim Baker

Tiffinie "The Empress" Laing: Lead Vocals
Dr G: Vocals, Theremin
Carolyn Curry: Backing Vocals
Brendan Melchin: Drums, Glockenspiel
Casey Thompson: Bass
James "Tiberius" Spray: Piano
Ross "Nookz" Avey: Guitar
Paul St-Amand: Trumpet
Andrew MacKelvie: Alto Sax
Ally Fiola: Tenor Sax
Andrew Jackson: Trombone

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Unidentified Funk Object Halifax, Nova Scotia

Unidentified Funk Object brings interplanetary grooves beamed from the funkiest depths of space to Ur dancefloor. Dr. G's far-out theremin and the band's stone-cold funk take Ur body and soul 2 another plane of existence. Ahh yeah.

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