This Ain’t a Scene, It’s an Arms Race (2007 VMA Remix) Fall Out Boy (Ft. Kanye West, Lil Wayne, Lupe Fiasco, Paul Wall, Skinhead Rob, Travie McCoy & Tyga)

[Intro: Travie McCoy]
Travie! (Uh-oh)
Pete, thought I told you
What up, Hemmy? I see you!

[Verse 1: McCoy]
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 East Eleventh
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!

[Verse 2: Tyga]
The leader, man; Tyga-man make you leave your man
Ladies man take your mate
Literally, this song got me checking out my range
With no piff involved, my swag flyer than a plane
With the unruly 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" (oh, shah)
"And uh, your label family? You must have a team" (yeah)
Decaydance, preferably, that'll be next for me (hint-hint)
The rest'll be history, plat-i-um until they stop listening
Then your baby's back like ribs (ribs)
I know you've been missing me, I almost forgot to mention it
Ever heard a sound like this? (wow!)