Fall Out Boy – This Ain't a Scene (Remix) Lyrics

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[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 steppin'
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 'head, and you can choose a similar path
But don't gas yourself up like Sylvia Plath, jeez
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!)

[Hook: 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 arm and race straight to the top
Who knew? (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 gonna dress tighter
He dress white so we gone dress whiter
So in spite of
Anything you might've
Seen or heard
This scene occurred
Word

[Hook]

[Lupe Fiasco]
There's an arms race, like I'm runnin' on my hands
A dance marathon on my napalms

And
Drop mine's first so that they bombs can't
And Glocks, lasers, missiles, beat rocks, paper, scissors
I built mine's big, better build yours bigger
Built mine's quick so I could kill yours quicker
The number one supplier, the world's largest equipper
The second smallest dier, best non-coexister
I pledge allegiance to gasoline and bulletproof limousines
And leans on the property of the poor
And every night, I pray to the Lords Of War
Every man and mac eleven
That all good child rebel soldiers go to AK-47 heaven
And a landmine in every playground that they step in
And you took the footage from the camera on the tips of our bullets
And record like former Darfur [push it]

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah
It's Weezy, baby!
I am your arms dealer
I'm more like an armed dealer
Liter-
-rally

Really, I don't get this song neither
But I'mma figure it out like a palm reader
And
Since I be on TV
I turn it on to see me!
Hey, I'm so cool, even I wanna be me

That was totally off the subject
But for me, every song is like pussy so fuck it

Like Fresh
You dug it (you dug it, you dug it)

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