[Mike:] 
Yeah, like that Y'all 
Uh huh, whoo, like that 
Fort Minor, [bad word] 
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 [bad word] you with a shoe to the family jewelry 
I'm back with fury, attack quickly 
Sick with a BIC pen, all up in your [bad word] man 
You never knew the flow was sick as this  [bad word]  listen when I'm letting you know 
Got a grip on these tracks that you wish you got 
Got a clique full of [bad word]  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 [bad word] and squeezing 
Tucked still? Nope, I don't give a [bad word] who sees it 
Broad days sitting sideways, stuffed in a small cave 
For three [bad word] 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, [bad word] 
So eat [bad word]  hate it or love it, the underdogs on top 
Getting faded telling people to suck it 
Bucking 'em down for real while you [bad word] 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 [bad word] 'fore i snap some nooses 
And leave you all snoozing' on some afternoon [bad word] 
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 [bad word] once I hit the road 
You in the tight [bad word]  cut you with apathy 
I'm on the night shift see I hustle like cassidy 
So kick that [bad word] sound and let the west coast see 
One of the illest names, Ribkat from [bad word] 

[Green Lantern:] 
That's right, Fort Minor 
We Major, Mike Shinoda, [bad word] 
Heavy Guard, Machine Shop, Linkin Park 
You know, man, this is an...