Gardens III

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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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