worst verse on the "this ain't a scene, it's an arms race" remix

lol shit thru this - that too tho

btw RIP passantino

[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 cast 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!)

[Tyga]
The leader man
Tyga-man make you leave your man
Ladies' man take your main
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
Pat tie in until they stop listenin'
Then your baby's back like rims
I know you been missin' me
I almost forgot to mention it
Ever hear a sound like this? (wow!)

[chorus sung by 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?
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
He dress white so we gon dress whiter
So in spite of
anything you might�ve
seen or heard
This scene occurred
word

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!

[Paul Wall]
Uh
Expensive taste
We up in the arms race

Big money, big crib, big Cadillac
Big daddy, boy, I cup big dro sack (that's right)
Paper stack, big rain, big bling-bling
Try to take big chain, big baybay

[Skinhead Rob]
I'm goin'
I'm goin'
I'm mothafuckin' gone
Ain't no signs that I'm stowin', though I'm knowin' that I'm wrong
Bring it on
Out to get it, I need cash by the stacks
Need a new pair of stacies and a dash for 'Lac, Shaq

[Paul Wall]
Hear that? Top back with woman and grill
Comin' down on the spiderweb chrome wheels
First place in the stuntin' race, top-notch paint
drip drop
flip flop
strap witta glock

[Skinhead Rob]
Live everyday like it's my last one, maybe it is
___________________world of sorrow, maybe it his
I break ribs, break jaws, break laws at most
Still stick to the coast, hold up and reload

[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, missles, 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 dyer, 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 AK47 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]

[chorus]

[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'ma 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]

[Pete laughing]

easily lupe for tryna kick knowledge on a rap remix of a fall out boy song

The worst verse is the idea itself.

[Paul Wall]
Uh
Expensive taste
We up in the arms race

^classic

i like how most of them try to stick to the 'topic' of the original's lyrics, but Kanye is the only one that just throws his hands up and goes OK this Wentz shit is too oblique for me, i'm just gonna talk about emo jeans

at least kanye and wayne explicitly say "i have made no attempt to understand this song that ive never heard but was forced to remix by jay-z"

So in spite of
anything you might�ve
seen or heard
This scene occurred
word

lol

i mean real talk there probably isn't an option here that contains a lyric as awful as "Crashing not like hips or cars, no, more like p-p-p-parties"

yeah you're probably right

looking forward to the G-Unit rmx of "America's Suitehearts": http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/falloutboy/entry/3870871/

voted Tyga

lol @

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
He dress white so we gon dress whiter

also lol @ lupe taking this super-srs

Needs more Eli Porter.

FOB would be such a better band if they'd stop aspiring to be smart.

^^^that OTM shit

yall should listen to the album - the whole thing is self-depreciation and minimal attempts at truth bombing

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'ma 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]

loollllllllllllllllllllllllllll

Kanye's verse is much more of a truth bomb than anything in the original song, and while the original is painfully labored, Kanye's verse is just tossed off like nothing. Plus he clowns the fuck out of them on their own remix.

Automatic thread bump. This poll is closing tomorrow.

The worst bit is when they do that "sing like your lungs are gonna give up" or whatever it is.

Automatic thread bump. This poll's results are now in.

looking forward to the G-Unit rmx of "America's Suitehearts": http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/falloutboy/entry/3870871/

― some dad (some dude), Monday, March 16, 2009 2:22 PM (1 week ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink

haw, spoke too soon:
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BUTTONS....

Shit

kanye got no votes?