Gardens III

By Logic

On Ultra 85

Released on August 9, 2024

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[Chorus]

What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up?

What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up?

What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up?

What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up?

What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up?

What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up?

What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? (Yeah, ayo, yo, ayo, ayo)

What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up?


[Verse 1]

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


[Chorus]

What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up?

What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up?

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[Verse 2]

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, what's up?


[Chorus]

What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up?

What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up?

What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up?

What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up?

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[Outro]

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