[Mike:]   Yeah, like that Y'all   Uh huh, whoo, like that   Fort Minor, S.O.B.   Yeah, like this, listen      Attention please, I only need a second   To make a mental impression directly on any record so   Give me space to move, room to prove I'm stupid with the P's and Q's   Ladies and gentlemen I'm sending you bending   Pretending the pen is a needle, I'm injecting the venom   And I'll be damned if I let another man get to me   I'll bruise you with a shoe to the family jewelry   I'm back with fury, attack quickly   Sick with a BIC pen, all up in your shit man   You never knew the flow was sick as this   Bitch, listen when I'm letting you know   Got a grip on these tracks that you wish you got   Got a clique full of assholes, I kid you not   So when that mixtape's done and that album drops   Ryu and Tak and me got it loaded and locked, believe it      [Ryu:]   You still breathing? I'm cocking and squeezing   Tucked still? Nope, I don't give a fuck who sees it   Broad days sitting sideways, stuffed in a small cave   For three fucking weeks 'til you reek like dog waste   Ugh, really, I put a punk in his place   Let's see if he freestyles with a pump in his face   Got something to say? Please, better keep it a secret   The streets got hideous ways of handling beef, bitch   So eat shit, hate it or love it, the underdogs on top   Getting faded telling people to suck it   Bucking 'em down for real while you fucking around   I'm stuck in the house for months tryin to sharpen my skills   So how does it feel? You lames want to claim my throne   You got a better chance getting Danny Hayes on the phone   Good luck, I flame suckers 'til they're black and crispy   Sneaking heat up in the club like a flask of whisky      [Tak:]   Yeah, I'm here to crack the roof in   You got a nice watch but your raps are useless   You better cut the crap 'fore i snap some nooses   And leave you all snoozing' on some afternoon shit   I hit the streets with a cake and batter for fun   Just to spit bleach in his face   It's lunchtime punk, open the face   Hit you with a punchline 'til you choke on your teeth   Catch me at the show rockin' in that tipsy mode   Like Angels and Demons unlocking DaVinci's Code   One drop in the cannister, people split the globe   Blowing every planet to shit once I hit the road   You in the tight bitch, cut you with apathy   I'm on the night shift see I hustle like cassidy   So kick that shit sound and let the west coast see   One of the illest names, Ribkat from S.O.B.      [Green Lantern:]   That's right, Fort Minor   We Major, Mike Shinoda, S.O.B.   Heavy Guard, Machine Shop, Linkin Park   You know, man, this is an...