Story Behind the Song
I wrote and recorded this song as a project in a record production class. The music was sequenced on my computer, and the vocals were recorded at Studio Chicago
Lyrics
They call me Spacecat, 'cause I'm rockin' your face, cat.
And you'll never detect a trace of my
m4d 1337 skillz, or the Buffalo Bills
Playin' drum fills automatically
And if you challenge me, I'll fly into a blind Canadian rage
and destroy ya like my name was Latoya
Jackson, of the militant faction
when I get on the mic there's a chain reaction
'Cause this ain't no joke.
We're comin' baroque
Like an artichoke
Filled with Cherry Coke
This ain't no joke.
We're comin' baroque
Like an artichoke
Filled with Cherry Coke
Hey bloke, you gotta lot of nerve, servin' me hors-d-oeuvres
E-mailing me from Compuserve
The Cycloid is a special curve,
and I like to eat strawberry preserves
I'm like sex on wheels when I close the deal
I got more rhymes than the navy's got seals
All the girls squeal when they hear me rocking
With three independant lines interlocking
'Cause this ain't no joke.
We're comin' baroque
Like an artichoke
Filled with Cherry Coke
This ain't no joke.
We're comin' baroque
Like an artichoke
Filled with Cherry Coke
When I say frozen, you say dinner
Frozen (dinner), Frozen (dinner)
When I say Walter, you say Skinner
Walter (Skinner), Walter (Skinner)
When I say out, you say rigger
Out (rigger), out (rigger)
When I say Chrono, you say Trigger
Chrono (Trigger), Chrono (Trigger)
This ain't no joke.
We're comin' baroque
Like an artichoke
Filled with Cherry Coke
This ain't no joke. (We like to rock)
We're comin' baroque (like J.S. Bach)
Like an artichoke (straight out of Iraq)
Filled with Cherry Coke (like Mr. Spock)
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