Refrain:
When Schiffmeister wanders into the distance,
reaches for the stars,
Klingon becomes plain language,
Lord Vader wears latex.
(1000 light years will be in the Flights pass by.)
If the choice falls on foreign universes,
he exchanges heel money
for cash checks,
drinks 'n soda with Joda on the Star Treks.
(1000 light years will fly by.)
I travel not quietly but loudly
as a microcosmonaut
on various verses through foreign universes
â as a pilot of Fettes Brot.
Starship master Han Solo.
Check the technology,
No, not a holodeck but my solo track.
If Jens drives
our landspeeder again,
here we come also in your hyperspace
and put bad bands down.
I need a microphone as a control stick
with which I bring you the text.
If the bully is on the computer, the sampler is our X- Wing.
Performed where no rapper had ever been before;
also in Mos Eisley, where the stage was just the bar.
But fuck that, fuck this - that In practice that means,
We were in every dive bar in the galaxy.
Getting to know other beings and MCs on distant stars.
Some MCs, others that I call lousy.< br/>Shit, me Mitschnacka, you Chew Bacca style.
(Rookie Wookie wins the sabacc game.)
Props go to Bo anyway and to Tobi,
because he uses the power like Obi Wan Kenobi.
And if, like me, you haven't had enough of it,
may the force be with you - respect goes to George Lucas.
Chorus:
If Shipmaster wanders into the distance,
reaches for the stars,
becomes plain language in Klingon,
Lord Vader wears latex.
(1000 light years will fly by.)
If the choice falls on foreign universes,
he exchanges heel money
for cash checks,
drinks with Joda 'n Soda on the Star Treks.
(1000 light years are in the Flights fly by.)
Start the second season with a double episode part two.
Put sentences into the world, unleash wild styles.
Land like Voyager in unknown quadrants,
but when we beam an away team outside,
we found
within normal parameters
on every Class M planet in the Federation
a DJ like Data,< br/>a club like ten in the front,
an audience like Quarks.
Assimilate like Borgs,
get in touch with the OPS.
The next generation of rhymes
finds its way back to Deep Space Nine even in the ion
storm
through the wormhole.
And when a Jem Hadar ship hits it,
I jet in Quick step like CODO to Odo.
I have no problem with ladies and gentlemen from other star systems
and I thought if someone doesn't understand me
âJIschach be.â
Warp 9.9.
Energize and rap
on the Enterprise with the captain
and the crew.
Even burn Q
with âThe Laughing Vulcan and his dogâ
Let thoughts write texts,
travel through rhyme and time.
A person ready to beam up.
(Energy...)

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