Gardens III - Logic translation in German

Gardens III

What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up?
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What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? (Yeah, ayo, yo, ayo, ayo)
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Jump on the Aquarius III
It's just Quentin, Will, and me
We all headed to paradise, boy, I'm finna set you free
Feel like Vash the Stampede
Grippin' sixty billion double dollars
I'm far from a scholar
But they still ask me to speak to the students in Harvard
"Oh, yeah, what you tell 'em?"
Told 'em, "Fuck the monotony"
Game a life of Monopoly
Yes, I'm livin' it properly
Yes, I got chains 'round my neck, but first I invested in property
Lyrics for grown folk
Be a good mama, be a good daddy, be a good person
I love the man I've become, don't wanna see thе hood version
I came from nothing, now I'm splurgin' on Rodeo
My wifе is whiter than yayo
But she not woke, she was never sleep
Boy on the creep like Thom Yorke, burgundy
At Wally's with Egon, we sniffin' the cork
Grew up with nothing, we ain't even had child support
Sippin' a fifth like I just plead it
These fuckers pathetic and copacetic
Never thought I'd grow up to be a fuckin' rap star
Little Bobby at Mastro's eatin' caviar
True story
Logic known for stayin' positive like dads on Maury
'Least I think I'm is
I know I'm is
I'm off the grid

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Uh, think I'm on an interstellar mission once again
A 5'10" assassin, lightin' 'em up like Edison
Nowadays rappers are— rappers are hot commodity
Follow me on this interdimensional odyssey
Bumpin' Bowie, Oddity
A prodigy, uh, I gotta be
Uh, what's up? I'm the fifth element, the ultimate being
Freein' your mind
Fuck the rhyme
What I'm tryna say is clear as day
I came to body the track like Connor, then whippin' the bike with a baddie on the back (Goddamn)
Let me get it like that
Once I write that
I recite that
I be like that
I'ma need that back
Don't need no stack
Yeah, that's a fact
R-A-double T-P-A-C-K, yeah, that's the pack
We bringin' it back like Nazareth
They mad at this
The catalyst
Give a fuck what your status is
Avada Kedavra this
The saddest part is you'll never decipher this poetic puzzle
A muzzle needed like Hannibal Lecter
Far from a lecture
Here to protect you if you need it
Pick up the pen and then bleed it
Pick up the mic and then read it
We do the show then repeat it
For the people that need it
The message, they greet it with open arms
Callin' all my brothers in arms
Play this song when you need it, let it ring like an alarm

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Ooh, man
That should be it
You calibrating the new ATM series?
Yeah, man, these new robots could take out a whole army
The 300 series is no joke
Nice
301, first in the batch
Why don't we turn him on?
Captain, the robot shouldn't be tampered—
Taken out of the wrapper, yeah, I know, but I'd like to make sure I'm acquainted with the entire crew
You sure about this?
Fuck yeah, turn him on
Alright, captain
Initiating artificial neural pathway
So these things really have their own brain and personality?
Uh, hmm, it's kind of like a puppy, they mirror their master
Don't make us sound like slaves, Kai
Bitch, you don't know the first thing about slavery
Actually, I know every recorded detail in human history
Whatever, girl, whatever
Oh, here he comes
Hello
My name is ATM, Artificial Tech Machina
Cybernetic relations
Nice
ATM, I'm Captain—
Captain Quentin Thomas, 47 years old, top of his class graduation, proficient in terminal execution via spacecraft and—
What the fuck? He know all that just by looking—
William Kai, 38 years old, highest honor graduate, IQ 179, 98.4 aim consistency
Woah, even I don't have these specs
Roslyn, computing system version 17.7, out of date
Thalia conversion currently in development
How could you know this already?
Because I am updated by the millisecond from Babel's core mainframe
Woah, this guy's crazy
Sir
What do you know about media?
Sir, I do not understand
You know, film, music, art
Before the fall of man
Forbidden scripture
Hold up a second, man
We've got to do something about this
What are you doing?
Uploading my drive
It basically has all the media man has ever created
Woah, wait
Don't you think that might—
It's done
Okay, ATM, what do you know about anime?
Well, Captain
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Gärten III

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Spring auf die Aquarius III
Es sind nur Quentin, Will und ich
Wir sind alle auf dem Weg ins Paradies, Junge, ich werd' dich befreien
Fühl mich wie Vash the Stampede
Greife nach sechzig Milliarden Doppeldollar
Ich bin weit davon entfernt, ein Gelehrter zu sein
Aber sie bitten mich trotzdem, zu den Studenten in Harvard zu sprechen
"Oh, ja, was erzählst du ihnen?"
Sagte ihnen: "Scheiß auf die Monotonie"
Das Leben ist ein Monopoly-Spiel
Ja, ich lebe es richtig
Ja, ich hab Ketten um meinen Hals, aber zuerst hab ich in Immobilien investiert
Texte für Erwachsene
Sei eine gute Mama, sei ein guter Papa, sei ein guter Mensch
Ich liebe den Mann, der ich geworden bin, will nicht die Ghetto-Version sehen
Ich kam aus dem Nichts, jetzt protze ich auf dem Rodeo Drive
Meine Frau ist weißer als Koks
Aber sie ist nicht woke, sie hat nie geschlafen
Junge schleicht rum wie Thom Yorke, burgunderrot
Bei Wally's mit Egon, wir schnüffeln am Korken
Wuchs mit nichts auf, wir hatten nicht mal Unterhalt
Nippe an 'nem Fünftel [Alkoholflasche], als hätte ich gerade plädiert
Diese Wichser sind erbärmlich und alles paletti
Hätte nie gedacht, dass ich mal ein verdammter Rapstar werde
Der kleine Bobby bei Mastro's isst Kaviar
Wahre Geschichte
Logic ist bekannt dafür, positiv zu bleiben wie Väter bei Maury
Zumindest glaube ich das
Ich weiß, dass ich es bin
Ich bin raus / nicht erreichbar

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Uh, glaube, ich bin wieder auf einer interstellaren Mission
Ein 1,78 m Attentäter, bringe sie zum Leuchten wie Edison
Heutzutage sind Rapper – Rapper sind heiße Ware
Folge mir auf dieser interdimensionalen Odyssee
Höre Bowie, Oddity
Ein Wunderkind, uh, das muss ich sein
Uh, was geht? Ich bin das fünfte Element, das ultimative Wesen
Befreie deinen Geist
Scheiß auf den Reim
Was ich versuche zu sagen, ist sonnenklar
Ich kam, um den Track zu zerlegen wie Connor, dann heize ich mit dem Bike mit 'ner Schönheit hinten drauf (Goddamn)
Lass mich das so machen
Sobald ich das schreibe
Trage ich das vor
So bin ich halt
Ich werd' das zurück brauchen
Brauche keinen Stapel [Geld]
Yeah, das ist Fakt
R-A-Doppel-T-P-A-C-K, yeah, das ist das Pack [die Crew]
Wir bringen es zurück wie Nazareth
Sie sind sauer deswegen
Der Katalysator
Scheiß drauf, was dein Status ist
Avada Kedavra das hier
Der traurigste Teil ist, du wirst dieses poetische Rätsel nie entschlüsseln
Ein Maulkorb wird gebraucht wie bei Hannibal Lecter
Weit entfernt von einer Predigt
Hier, um dich zu beschützen, wenn du es brauchst
Nimm den Stift und lass es bluten
Nimm das Mikro und lies es vor
Wir machen die Show, dann wiederholen wir sie
Für die Leute, die es brauchen
Die Botschaft, sie empfangen sie mit offenen Armen
Rufe alle meine Waffenbrüder
Spiel diesen Song, wenn du ihn brauchst, lass ihn läuten wie einen Alarm

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Ooh, Mann
Das sollte es sein
Kalibrierst du die neue ATM-Serie?
Ja, Mann, diese neuen Roboter könnten eine ganze Armee ausschalten
Die 300er-Serie ist kein Scherz
Nice
301, der erste aus der Charge
Warum schalten wir ihn nicht ein?
Captain, der Roboter sollte nicht manipuliert werden—
Aus der Verpackung genommen, ja, ich weiß, aber ich möchte sicherstellen, dass ich mit der gesamten Crew vertraut bin
Bist du sicher?
Verdammt ja, schalt ihn ein
In Ordnung, Captain
Initiiere künstliche neuronale Bahn
Also haben diese Dinger wirklich ihr eigenes Gehirn und eine Persönlichkeit?
Äh, hmm, es ist irgendwie wie bei einem Welpen, sie spiegeln ihren Meister wider
Lass uns nicht wie Sklaven klingen, Kai
Schlampe, du weißt nicht das Geringste über Sklaverei
Tatsächlich kenne ich jedes aufgezeichnete Detail der Menschheitsgeschichte
Was auch immer, Mädchen, was auch immer
Oh, da kommt er
Hallo
Mein Name ist ATM, Artificial Tech Machina
Kybernetische Beziehungen
Nice
ATM, ich bin Captain—
Captain Quentin Thomas, 47 Jahre alt, Abschluss als Klassenbester, versiert in terminaler Exekution via Raumschiff und—
Was zum Teufel? Er weiß das alles nur durchs Ansehen—
William Kai, 38 Jahre alt, Absolvent mit höchsten Ehren, IQ 179, 98,4 Zielgenauigkeit
Woah, nicht mal ich habe diese Spezifikationen
Roslyn, Computersystem Version 17.7, veraltet
Thalia-Konvertierung derzeit in Entwicklung
Wie kannst du das schon wissen?
Weil ich millisekundengenau vom Babel-Kernmainframe aktualisiert werde
Woah, dieser Typ ist verrückt
Sir
Was weißt du über Medien?
Sir, ich verstehe nicht
Weißt du, Film, Musik, Kunst
Vor dem Fall des Menschen
Verbotene Schrift
Warte mal kurz, Mann
Wir müssen etwas dagegen tun
Was machst du da?
Lade mein Laufwerk hoch
Es enthält im Grunde alle Medien, die der Mensch je geschaffen hat
Woah, warte
Glaubst du nicht, das könnte—
Es ist erledigt
Okay, ATM, was weißt du über Anime?
Nun, Captain
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