Run The Jewels - ​goonies vs. E.T. lyrics

[Intro: El-P] Baby, if I had another chance, I would give another chance to you Ooh If I make another wish, I would wish for a wish for you (For you) Ayy (One, two) [Verse 1: El-P & Killer Mike] Egad, you heard of these lads, it's a myth How we made a grip, never rode dick Truly the Cadillac of how to contract L's on the quick Stick 'em up, slick talker, no tricks It's the funniest sh*t, finally the money up And print on the kid and the planet hit skids Livin' in a valley of flames like, "I win" Skyline ablaze in a Bob Ross pic You don't want to acknowledge I'm raw, give a sh*t? Never, nah, you can talk of me fond when I'm gone Bad news bear on the lawn with big claws Tryna hold our whole lives in its paws and applaud Swear to goddamn the whole city odd Make a romance hard, we got scars for hearts sh*t for odds, baby, living in a one-chance LARP So I stick to the art, oh my God, I'm Ultra Mag, put cash in bag Running through dead zone, hope I don't crash Tenor Saw, motherfu*k, ring it up fast Be alarmed, I'ma harm what I can and then dash fu*k y'all got, another planet on stash? Far from the fact of the flames of our trash? That is not snow, it is ash, and you gotta know The past got a wrath, it's a lover gone mad But I promise (Promise) [Chorus: El-P] Baby, if I had another chance, I would give another chance to you Ooh If I make another wish, I would wish for a wish for you (You) Woo But the brass on the magic lamp's damn near rubbed through (Through, through) It's been wish after wish after wish after wish And the chances are that none are comin' true [Verse 2: Killer Mike & El-P] (One, two) Amazing, ain't it, how we made it and didn't fake it? Life's a disguise, the truth is bu*t naked Used to be a time I'd see it and not say it Now I understand that woke folk be playin' Ain't no revolution is televised and digitized You've been hypnotized and Twitter-ized by silly guys Cues to the evenin' news, make sure you ill-advised Got you celebratin' the generators of genocide Any good deed is pummeled, punished, and penalized Rulers of the world will slice it up like a dinner pie Race in a nation told you to identify People take false pride and warfare incentivized fu*k that, me and my tribe, we on an iller vibe We accept the role of the villains 'cause we been villainized Stomped to the dirt of the Earth, we still will arise In the Terrordome, let me alone as I soliloquize This is license to ill with a license to kill This is ni**a with an attitude in Beverly Hills Heavy build with a pocket full of treasury bills Got a fire high temper, find it hard to chill I'm a lifetime member, fu*k that fu*k sh*t Me and Jaime versus y'all with a knife and a musket May our tombstones read, "They were nothing to fu*k with" Please say that sh*t again, Mike "Wasn't nothing to fu*k with" (What?)