(feat. Styles Of Beyond)

[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...