Arms Race (remix) by Fall Out Boy
[Travis]
Travie! (Uh-oh)
Pete, thought I told you
What up, Hemmy? I see you!
I've had the world at arm's length from the get-go
This ain't an arms race, it's Apocalypto
The industry's a target, I suggest these labels get low
On top of that, this track is cracked like burnt brillo (damn)
Consider me the beast of Easter leavened
VIP, all day, AK47
If words is weapons, then get to stepping
My arsenal's enough to send Hell's angels to Heaven
I'm cool as the Fonz, and deadly as Charles Bronson
I'm Gonzo, you can call me Travie S. Thompson
Go ahead, and you can choose a similar path
But don't cast yourself up like Sylvia Plath, geeze
Watch Travie take the title with ease
You want a verse, please
I wouldn't bless you if you sneezed (achoo!)
Pardon me, I'm allergic to bullshit
Got a god complex with a full clip (pow!)
[Tyga]
The leader man, Tyga-man make you leave your man
Ladies' man take your mate
Im sayin' this song got me thinkin' out my range
With no piff involved, my swag flyer than a plane
With the ruly attitude, ignorant, arrogant dude
Excuse me, I'm only seventeen (that's my age)
You're excused, I like your honesty
Honestly, you're more mature than the average teen
And though your label family, you must have a team
Decaydance, preferrably, that'll be next for me (hint hint)
The rest'll be history
Plat i um until they stop listenin'
Then your baby's back like ribs
I know you been missin' me, I almost forgot to mention it
Ever hear a sound like this? (wow!)
[Patrick]
This ain't a scene, it's god-damn arms race (sing it out loud)
This ain't a scene, it's god-damn arms race
I'm not a shoulder to cry on, but I digress
I'm the leadin' man and the lies I weave are
Oh so intricate, oh so intricate
I'm the leadin' man and the lies I weave are
Oh so intricate, oh so intricate
[Kanye West]
Now I don’t know what the hell
This song is talkin' 'bout, do you?
She said: "Yeah, I been spendin' all day
Tryin' to figure that out." You too?
The arms race made 'em raise they arms
And race straight to the top, who knew?
Right now they got that number one spot
Do you want that? (want that)Me too
One thing I gotta call out, boy, take a look at Fall Out Boy
Since they ain’t black, when they get money
They don’t ball out, boy
They just buy tight jeans till their nuts hang all out, boy
They figure 'Ye dress tight so we gon dress tighter
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