Could the D’Amelios Be the Next Kardashians?

If there’s more than one famous to a household, letting some cameras and producers in is always a smart next career step. Right on schedule, TikTok sister duo 15-year-old Charli and 18-year-old Dixie D’Amelio are hinting we might start seeing them for longer than 15-second clips soon.

Charli recently surpassed Loren Gray as the most popular user on TikTok, putting the sisters at around 70 million followers between them on the platform. In an interview with ET, Charli hinted a family reality show was in the works. “I mean, definitely something that would be super fun,” the TikToker said when asked about the possibility. “For people to kind of see what goes on when we’re not just posting TikToks. I feel like no one really gets to see, but, people are always talking about how they think our family dynamic is pretty cool.”

Related | Social Distancing TikToks: How Gen-Z Is Coping With COVID-19

She added, “[Our fans] love when we go live, so that’s super fun. I mean, it’s really whatever helps us showcase what we’re really like. Because people only really see us dancing or lip syncing to songs. Maybe [we can] try some new things.”

The entire D’Amelio family signed to UTA back in January, including the sisters’ parents Marc and Heidi: who have sizable TikTok following of their own, thanks to dog-heavy family friendly, like 15-second clips set to “Summer Lovin” from Grease.

@heididamelio

Tryin to take my man! Girl bye! @marcdamelio

♬ original sound – thepeetes_
@heididamelio

Summa Lovin☀️🧡🥰 @marcdamelio

♬ original sound – beardedsavvy

“We’re figuring out all that stuff right now,” Marc, added. “This has all kinda happened all really quickly. But we think if we’re gonna do it, we’ll go all in with it. And like Charli said, let everyone get to know us a little bit more closely. So, we’re in the process of working it out right now.”

It would be a hit, obviously. It might even make Gen Z sit still for more than five minutes. Instead of following the children of athletes and rappers around to modeling gigs or recording sessions or business meetings for makeup lines (though probably a few of those too), the show would document the suburban Connecticut sisters cooking up memeable choreo in their living room and fraternizing with other internet-famous teens (both sisters are member of LA influencer group Hype House). Well, it looks like the content revolution will be televised.


Photo via Getty

Diplo, Charlie Puth and More Go Live on Twitch for Relief Efforts

Earlier today, Twitch announced that they’ll be hosting a massive livestream this Saturday, March 28 from noon ET to midnight ET, featuring performances from some of the biggest names in music, gaming and sports in order to benefit coronavirus relief and prevention efforts.

Twitch on Instagram: “Twitch Stream Aid goes live March 28 at 9am PT. Stars from the worlds of music, gaming, and sports are coming together to benefit the…”

According to Twitch’s announcement, all proceeds from the livestream will be donated to the COVID-19 Solidarity Response Fund for the World Health Organization (WHO).

Notable artists who will be in attendance include DJs and musicians like Diplo, Charlie Puth, Jordin Sparks, Madison Beer, Steve Aoki, members of Cage the Elephant, The Head and The Heart, The Lumineers and Young the Giant. There’ll also be athletes popping up like NFL cornerback Richard Sheman, golfer Greg Norman, gymnast Aly Reisman, and F1 star Lando Norris along with Fortnite tournaments and more.

For more information on the livestream, the full lineup and schedule are both located here. Donations to those affected by the virus can be made directly here.

Photo via Instagram

Help Close the Voting Gap From Your Couch

In the middle of a worldwide pandemic and with the 2020 presidential election approaching, it is more crucial than ever to vote — and encourage others to do so.

Related | Michelle Obama and Naomi Campbell Dropped Into this DJ’s Virtual Party

When We All Vote, a non-partisan voter outreach and engagement organization founded by Michelle Obama, is partnering with quarantine virtual party expert DJ D-Nice (Derrick Jones) to create a #CouchParty, with the aim of reaching out to 50,000 eligible voters by 9 PM EST.

D-Nice on Instagram: “Ready for another party? Excited to team up with @MichelleObama’s @WhenWeAllVote this Wed. Starting at 6:30pm ET on IG Live to play a set…”

The party begins with a kick-off training session on the When We All Vote Voting Squad Captains and Volunteers’ Facebook page at 6 PM EST before it migrates over to DJ D-Nice’s Instagram Live for his set at 6:30 PM EST.

In the midst of voter suppression, gerrymandering and other restrictive and exlusionary laws and policies, it’s more important than ever that we use these next several months to help close race and age voting gaps and encourage as many people as possible to register. To that end, when guests join the #CouchParty, they will be directed to Outvote, a texting platform that can be used to reach out to loved ones to help them register.

Instagram post by Tom Hanks • Mar 24, 2020 at 3:58pm UTC

RSVP and sign up to volunteer with the #CouchParty here. Read the organization’s response to this currently tumultuous post-outbreak time here. And if you haven’t already, register to vote here.

Photo courtesy of When We All Vote

Happy Birthday Kim K! Here’s A Video of A Very Confident 8th Grade Kim

Even in middle school, Kim Kardashian knew that she was the “dopest of the ropest” and predestined for fame.

The short clip from ET‘s archives, above, proves that Kim could never stay away from the camera’s spotlight. In the most fabulous — not to mention, prophetic — moment ever, an 8th grade Kim Kardashian grabs the microphone and implores, “I hope you [get a tape of this] so you can see me when I’m famous and remember me as this beautiful little girl!” Yassss, you go girl.

B.o.B – Bad Computer Lyrics

I’ve traveled so far
Couldn’t tell you how far
Feels as though I have been
A million places at once
Many lives I’ve lived
Many battles I’ve faught
I’ve faught, and lost

Mass shooter
Black rougers
What’s up to you half truthers

Das humor
I’m past the rumors
I’m past the human
The body is trash
A bad computer
A ghost, a ghost
With massive tumors
Can’t threaten a nigga like me
Well I’ll be glad to do it
Sprinkle my ashes on my mac computer
And rappin’ to it
While I blast Future
Say that’s the future
Thats the future

If you lookin for trouble
You ain’t gotta look far
Without the presence of dark

The year is 5625
Niggas is clappin
And stomping in church
Waiting for jesus to come back alive
Niggas is still conscious
Waiting for ET to come out the sky
Stop all these crimes
Mentally ill and out of their mind
Niggas is still waiting for flac
Waiting for supplies
Niggas is still like damn I was just talkin to so so
The other day, how did they die, why
Niggas is still conscious
Waiting for politicians to admit they lied

They send so many haters my way
I could start an agency
It’s all about branding, all about branding
It’s like a fraternity
They wanna brand me

Niggas want grammys
Niggas want families

I don’t want a damn thing

I’ve traveled so far
Couldn’t tell you how far
Feels as though I have been
A million places at once
Many lives I’ve lived
Many battles I’ve faught
I’ve faught, and lost
If you lookin for trouble
You ain’t gotta look far

XXXTENTACION – The Remedy For A Broken Heart (Why Am I So In Love) lyrics

[Refrain]
Why am I so in love?
Why am I so in love?
Why am I so in love?
I don’t know why

[Verse]
Steady tryin’ to maintain
Same things that’ll blow a bitch mind frame
My brain can’t fathom what the hate say
He say, she say, how ’bout me say?
Get the Vis-a, headed to the islands A-S-A-P
What’s that on my shawty wrist? That’s a AP
I’m the type to save a bitch, C-A-P-E
Feelin’ like ET, flyin’ out of the Addy
Fuckin’ on shawty, she baddie, casual convo than at it
I mean I’m better than better, maybe I’m lyin’
I’m sadder than most of y’all with the money and the freedom, nigga
What is money really worth if it ain’t love?
I’ma find a perfect balance, it’s gon’ take time
I heard shawty still in love through the grapevine
Heard shawty still in love through the grapevine
Heard shawty in love through the grapevine

[Chorus]
Mix a little bit of weed with a little bit of cash
With a little bit of this, with a little bit of that
We gon’ be al-, we gon’ be al- (right)
We gon’ be al- (right) we gon’ be al-
Mix a little bit of weed with a little bit of cash
With a little bit of this, with a little bit of that
We gon’ be al-, we gon’ be alright
We gon’ be al- (right) we gon’ be al-
Mix a little bit of weed with a little bit of cash
With a little bit of this, with a little bit of that
We gon’ be al-, we gon’ be al (right)
We gon’ be alright, we gon’ be al-
Mix a little bit of weed with a little bit of cash
With a little bit of this, with a little bit of that
We gon’ be al- (right) we gon’ be al-
We gon’ be al- (right) we gon’ be al-

[Refrain]
Why am I so in love?
I don’t know why
Why am I so in love?
I don’t know why

[Bridge]
She said I, oh, I, am fallin’ for you, fallin’ for you
I, oh, I, am fallin’ for you, fallin’ for you
I, oh, I, am fallin’ for you, fallin’ for you
I, oh, I, am fallin’ for you, fallin’ for you

[Refrain]
Why am I so in love?
Why am I so in love?
Why am I so in love?
I don’t know why
Why am I so in love?
Why am I so in love?
Why am I so in love?
I don’t know why

Amine – Campfire (feat. Injury Reserve)

[Intro: Dolemite]
You no-business, born-insecure, junkyard motherfucker

[Chorus: Aminé]
Got a bad lil mama, and she always with the shits
Put a hundred in my pocket, then a hundred on the rims
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
Put a red dress on her and some gas for the trip
Got a hundred in my pocket and a couple on the tint
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch

[Verse 1: Aminé]
Campfire, I’m a hot motherfucker
Please, no pictures, I’m a tired motherfucker
Spidey senses tingle when it’s fake niggas
Dreads swinging like they did the Harlem shake, nigga, that’s true
West Coast ’til I d-i-e
If you want respect, look me in my e-y-e
I love my whips like a racist and travel lot of places
Free my nigga, Hef, fuck the police
Oprah for President, CLBN resident
Dis face when I’m disgraced, that’s the nigga in me
Might catch me at a Whole Foods
And if you see that red Mercedes, then you know who

[Chorus: Aminé]
Got a bad lil mama, and she always with the shits
Put a hundred in my pocket, then a hundred on the rims
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
Put a red dress on her and some gas for the trip
Got a hundred in my pocket and a couple on the tint
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch

[Verse 2: Ritchie with a T]
Yeah, yeah, campfire, I’m a scary lil nigga
There’s red in my blood like Drew Barrymore, nigga
And my fit on ET, yo shit on EBT
So when you try to flex, I’m like, "What’s yo credit score, nigga?"
Yeah, and that’s word to my granny
Since 14, knew the route like Randy
Everything dandy, gray sweats with the pennies
(Nausea, heartburn) Side effects may vary
Yeah, fuck these niggas, where the child lock?
So many hits, I could have my own NOW! comp
Pen a triple album full of all my children
No difference from Kidz Bop, book ’em in the Hilton

[Chorus: Aminé]
Got a bad lil mama, and she always with the shits
Put a hundred in my pocket, then a hundred on the rims
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
Put a red dress on her and some gas for the trip
Got a hundred in my pocket and a couple on the tint
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch

Amine – Campfire lyrics

[Intro: Dolemite]
You no-business, born-insecure, junkyard motherf*cker

[Chorus: Injury Reserve]
Got a bad lil mama, and she always with the sh*ts
Put a hundred in my pocket, then a hundred on the rims
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
Put a red dress on her and some gas for the trip
Got a hundred in my pocket and a couple on the tint
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch

[Verse 1: Aminé]
Campfire, I’m a hot motherf*cker
Please, no pictures, I’m a tired motherf*cker
Spidey senses tingle when it’s fake niggas
Dreads swinging like they did to all them shake, nigga, that’s true
West Coast ’til I d-i-e
If you want respect, look me in my e-y-e
I love my whips like a racist and travel lot of places
Free my nigga [?] and f*ck the police
Oprah for President, [?]
Dis face when I’m disgraced, that’s the nigga in me
Might catch me at a Whole Foods
And if you see that red Mercedes, then you know who

[Chorus: Injury Reserve]
Got a bad lil mama, and she always with the sh*ts
Put a hundred in my pocket, then a hundred on the rims
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
Put a red dress on her and some gas for the trip
Got a hundred in my pocket and a couple on the tint
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch

[Verse 2: Injury Reserve]
Yeah, yeah, campfire, I’m a scary lil nigga
[?] like Drew Barrymore, nigga
And my fit on ET, yo sh*t on EBT
So when you try to flex, I’m like, “What’s yo credit score, nigga?”
Yeah, and that’s word to my granny
Since 14, knew the route like Randy
Everything dandy, gray sweats with the [?]
Side effects may vary
Yeah, f*ck these niggas, where the child lock?
So many hits, I could have my own NOW! comp
[?] album full of all my children
No difference from Kidz Bop, book ’em in the Hilton

[Chorus: Injury Reserve]
Got a bad lil mama, and she always with the sh*ts
Put a hundred in my pocket, then a hundred on the rims
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
Put a red dress on her and some gas for the trip
Got a hundred in my pocket and a couple on the tint
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch

Run The Jewels – Call Ticketron

[Intro: Ticketron]
Live, Li-li-li-li-
Live from the Garden

[Verse 1: El-P]
Run The Jewels live at the Garden
Lickin’ off shots and we aim for the darkness
Make it get hot for a target
Kids cook s’mores off the crotch of our targets
Kumbaya bitch
Buckle up lil’ trooper
You can’t get past me, I’m stuck in the future
The shit ain’t all it’s cracked up to be
The hover craft’s cool but the air’s so putrid

[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
You can tell by the stench in the air
Blood’s on the ground, opportunity is here
I’m lookin’ into space like, "Is anybody there?
And if aliens are here, please tell me how near
Do you come in peace or should everybody fear?
I’ll wait your reply with a blunt and a beer."
I be the high guy with the belly and the beard
Smoke signal ET, ATLiens here

[Hook: El-P and Ticketron]
Beggin’ your pardon, Run the Jewels live at the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Li-li-live from the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Run the Jewels live at the garden
Run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Ru-ru-run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the-

[Verse 3: El-P]
Beggin’ your pardon, Run the Jewels live at the garden
Last two pirates alive are still yargin (yargin)
My girl got my heart, it’s a bargain
Lick from her lips to the crease in her garter
Her ass my religion, her love’s why I’m livin’
I smoke farm to face by the field full, partner
Life’s a shitnado, the smoke my umbrella
The boy’s back turnin’ his slacks to all yella (Prick)
It’s a daily lick, I slit throats with a grin that reek of pure shit
Travel by backflip, eat from the river, the panther heart taught to talk by smart chicks
Sip pure venom and skipped away grinnin’
I put that on mom, she ain’t raise a Vic
Lil’ fucknuts, sit
I piss on your wit, dismiss your whole shit

[Verse 4: Killer Mike]
Live from the stage of the garden
We be the realest of the killers of the fuck shit squadron
Movin’ through the streets and we lootin,’ robbin’
Mobbin,’ marchin’, carrying a carbine
Hello everybody, this is now bank robbery
Jesse James gang, we’ll walk you through the process
You don’t wanna be a hero, do not let that thought process
We will put a bullet where your thoughts get processed
Get that fuck shit straight like a perm or a process
’cause for real the money money ain’t the mother fuckin’ object
We just like excitement, gun fights, indictments
High speed chase through Manhattan in the night winds
Ooh, its the thrill of the kill
Watching Kill Bill on a pill as I grip steerin’ wheel
Cops coulda’ had the boy jammed I fear
But like Eddie Kane I made it I’m here

[Hook: El-P and Ticketron]
Beggin’ your pardon, Run the Jewels live at the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Li-li-live from the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Run the Jewels live at the garden
Run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Ru-ru-run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the-

[Verse 5: Killer Mike]
I’m the sama lama doo ma lama danger dick’ll do your mama
Skeeter with the peeter, never eat her, tell her see ya later
Holla ’bout tomorrow, baby, I ain’t got to holler (Vroom, vroom)
My Impala pop a pussy, pop a collar
Pop a pill then chill, no Bill, no Cosby
Not a raper or a taker, bonafide heartbreaker
Hit her once, hit her twice, then tell her see ya later
Got head, watch Vice at her home in Decatur

[Verse 6: El-P]
Full clip, I’m a little bit sick, come equipped
Look at what I did for the grit, got it lit, what a cinch
Brought ’em just a little pinch of the truth, and they flip
Now they hanging from my shit, lil’ bit
It’s the Mensch, the myth
I do push-ups nude on the edge of cliffs
The jewels come quick, all gold and bricked
Click, click, boxer cutter spit
Brother, what a trip

[Hook: El-P and Ticketron]
Beggin’ your pardon, Run the Jewels live at the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Li-li-live from the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Run the Jewels live at the garden
Run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Ru-ru-run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the-

[Outro: Ticketron]
Tickets are on sale now at the Garden box office
And all Ticketron locations, or charge by phone

Bebe Rexha & Florida Georgia Line – Meant To Be (All Your Fault Pt. 2 Clean Version EP)

[Intro]
Federal, Federal, Federal
Three times, ugh
Yeah, yeah
You already know when I get in that muh’ it’s over

[Verse]
Can I be real? Can I vent?
I got some niggas tryna test my gangster like I ain’t built for this shit
I got different bitches texting my phone talkin’ ’bout time we ain’t spent
I went and bought my mama a new phone for times we couldn’t pay the rent
If I get caught with this dope and this gun, you know how much time I’ma get?
I’m on some Federal shit
I’m rollin’ the weed and poppin’ the beans so I’m on some medical shit
She playin’ with the pusssy, won’t give it to me
Say she on some celibate shit
The same ho fuckin’ the city
Man she on some playin’ innocent shit
Heard they gon’ take my chain, word of mouth
Since I got fame niggas feelin’ left out
You wanna try but you know what I’m ’bout
I’m with the gang, they gon’ air this bitch out, hey
You niggas can be sittin’ right in my face
And you still couldn’t see me
I drop a four and then pour me an eight
All you see is drank when I pee-pee
I’m rockin’ a quarter milly worth of jewelry
These diamonds they shinin’, they VV
I got your bitch in the bathroom
Open, we fuckin’ like Nico and Mimi
I went hard with it
Way that I beat it up, I could catch me a DV
Them hitters’ll shake your spot right now
If I point my finger like I’m ET
I ain’t gon’ lie, I’m addicted, I’m sprung
I put that Act in the Figi
I’m smokin’ anthrax, my swag to the max
I’m young and fly, no DC
Niggas ain’t gettin’ money so they target MoneyBagg, yeah
Bitches in they feelings ’cause I left ’em in the past, yeah
I’m draped in designer, one thing you can’t buy is swag, yeah
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout no sprint but I ran up that money fast, yeah
My niggas like that crash money
Just secure that bag money
Fifty on the Glock, if you run up then you a crash dummy
I wake up and blow a bag
Just spent two stacks on sneakers
Smoking loud on speakers
Countin’ money, yeah I’m ’bout the cheese, velveeta
She like Bagg you trifflin’
‘Cause I asked her bring her head in this two seater
She tryna hang, tossed her with the whole gang
Put her in a half like the meter, hey
They say I got ghost writers
Niggas come up with anything, shit pitiful
Hold up, you lookin’ at the superior
The chopper knock out his interior
I’m tryna get me some extras
I was fucked up, had the stretcher
I know these niggas ain’t straight at all
I just play chess, not checkers
Pop a pill then I sip on some yellow
Now I’m scratching like I got eczema
I was fucked down, had to get back
She fuck my nigga for some get back
Nigga textin’ where his bitch at
To my number, how he get that?
All the people didn’t wan’ fuck with me then
I made them regret that
Nike, I’m like where the check at?
Keep grindin’ nigga, bet that

MoneyBagg Yo – Vent (Flex Freestyle) (Federal 3X Album)

[Intro]
Federal, Federal, Federal
Three times, ugh
Yeah, yeah
You already know when I get in that muh’ it’s over

[Verse]
Can I be real? Can I vent?
I got some niggas tryna test my gangster like I ain’t built for this shit
I got different bitches texting my phone talkin’ ’bout time we ain’t spent
I went and bought my mama a new phone for times we couldn’t pay the rent
If I get caught with this dope and this gun, you know how much time I’ma get?
I’m on some Federal shit
I’m rollin’ the weed and poppin’ the beans so I’m on some medical shit
She playin’ with the pusssy, won’t give it to me
Say she on some celibate shit
The same ho fuckin’ the city
Man she on some playin’ innocent shit
Heard they gon’ take my chain, word of mouth
Since I got fame niggas feelin’ left out
You wanna try but you know what I’m ’bout
I’m with the gang, they gon’ air this bitch out, hey
You niggas can be sittin’ right in my face
And you still couldn’t see me
I drop a four and then pour me an eight
All you see is drank when I pee-pee
I’m rockin’ a quarter milly worth of jewelry
These diamonds they shinin’, they VV
I got your bitch in the bathroom
Open, we fuckin’ like Nico and Mimi
I went hard with it
Way that I beat it up, I could catch me a DV
Them hitters’ll shake your spot right now
If I point my finger like I’m ET
I ain’t gon’ lie, I’m addicted, I’m sprung
I put that Act in the Figi
I’m smokin’ anthrax, my swag to the max
I’m young and fly, no DC
Niggas ain’t gettin’ money so they target MoneyBagg, yeah
Bitches in they feelings ’cause I left ’em in the past, yeah
I’m draped in designer, one thing you can’t buy is swag, yeah
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout no sprint but I ran up that money fast, yeah
My niggas like that crash money
Just secure that bag money
Fifty on the Glock, if you run up then you a crash dummy
I wake up and blow a bag
Just spent two stacks on sneakers
Smoking loud on speakers
Countin’ money, yeah I’m ’bout the cheese, velveeta
She like Bagg you trifflin’
‘Cause I asked her bring her head in this two seater
She tryna hang, tossed her with the whole gang
Put her in a half like the meter, hey
They say I got ghost writers
Niggas come up with anything, shit pitiful
Hold up, you lookin’ at the superior
The chopper knock out his interior
I’m tryna get me some extras
I was fucked up, had the stretcher
I know these niggas ain’t straight at all
I just play chess, not checkers
Pop a pill then I sip on some yellow
Now I’m scratching like I got eczema
I was fucked down, had to get back
She fuck my nigga for some get back
Nigga textin’ where his bitch at
To my number, how he get that?
All the people didn’t wan’ fuck with me then
I made them regret that
Nike, I’m like where the check at?
Keep grindin’ nigga, bet that

Run The Jewels – Call Ticketron (Run The Jewels 3 Album)

[Intro: Ticketron]
Live, Li-li-li-li-
Live from the Garden

[Verse 1: El-P]
Run the jewels live at the garden
Lickin’ off shots and we aim for the darkness
Make it get hot for a target
Kids cook s’mores off the crotch of our targets
Kumbaya bitch
Buckle up lil’ trooper
You can’t get past me, I’m stuck in the future
The shit ain’t all it’s cracked up to be
The hover craft’s cool but the air’s so putrid

[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
You can tell by the stench to the air
Blood’s on the ground, opportunity is here
I’m lookin’ into space like, "Is anybody there?
And if aliens are here, please tell me how near
Do you come in peace or should everybody fear?
I’ll wait your reply with a blunt and a beer."
I be the high guy with the belly and the beard
Smoke signal ET, ATLiens here

[Hook: El-P and Ticketron]
Beggin’ your pardon, Run the Jewels live at the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Li-li-live from the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Run the Jewels live at the garden
Run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Ru-ru-run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the-

[Verse 3: El-P]
Beggin’ your pardon, Run the Jewels live at the garden
Last two pirates alive are still yargin (yargin)
My girl got my heart, it’s a bargain
Lick from her lips to the crease in her garter
Her ass my religion, her love’s why I’m livin’
I smoke farm to face the field full, partner
Life’s a shitnado, the smoke my umbrella
The boy’s back turnin’ his slacks to all yella (Prick)
It’s a daily lick, I slit throats with a grin that reek of pure shit
Travel by backflip, eat from the river, the panther heart taught to talk by smart chicks
Sip pure venom and skipped away grinnin’
I put that on mom, she ain’t raise a Vic
Lil’ fucknuts, sit
I piss on your wit, dismiss your whole shit

[Verse 4: Killer Mike]
Live from the stage of the garden
We be the realest of the killers of the fuck shit squadron
Movin’ through the streets and we lootin,’ robbin’
Mobbin,’ marchin’, carrying our coffin
Hello everybody, this is now bank robbery
Jesse James gang, we’ll walk you through the process
You don’t wanna be a hero, do not let that thought process
We will put a bullet where your thoughts get processed
Get that fuck shit straight like a perm or a process
Cause for real the money money ain’t the mother fuckin’ object
We just like exitement, gun fights, indictments
High speed chase through Manhattan in the night winds
Ooh, its the thrill of the kill
Watching Kill Bill on a pill as I grip steerin’ wheel
Cops coulda had the boy jammed I feel
But like Eddie Kane I made it I’m here

[Hook: El-P and Ticketron]
Beggin’ your pardon, Run the Jewels live at the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Li-li-live from the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Run the Jewels live at the garden
Run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Ru-ru-run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the-

[Verse 5: Killer Mike]
I’m the shamalama doomalama danger dick’ll do your mama
Skeeter with the peter, never eat her, tell her see ya later
Holla ’bout tomorrow, baby, I ain’t got to holler (Vroom, vroom)
My Impala pop a pussy, pop a collar
Pop a pill then chill, no pill, no Cosby
Not a raper or a taker, bonafide heartbreaker
Hit her once, hit her twice, then tell her see ya later
Got head, watch Vice at her home in Decatur

[Verse 6: El-P]
Full clip, I’m a little bit sick, come equipped
Look at what I did for the grit, got it lit, what a cinch
Brought ’em just a little pinch of the truth, and they flip
Now they hanging from my shit, lil’ bit
It’s the Mensch, the myth
I do push-ups nude on the edge of cliffs
The jewels come quick, all gold and bricked
Click, click, boxer cutter spit
Brother, what a trip

[Hook: El-P and Ticketron]
Beggin’ your pardon, Run the Jewels live at the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Li-li-live from the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Run the Jewels live at the garden
Run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Ru-ru-run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the-

[Outro: Ticketron]
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