What up, Mike? Um, we almost ready now my nigger It's El Presidente, young
ho, Jay - Z You know how the fuck we do it Fort Minor, We Major Man,
what else can I tell you people? Let's do it Mike: And now for our
feature presentation Ladies and gentlemen, let's get ready to
rumble! History in the making! Most incredibly! Fort Minor, We
Major Ladies and gentlemen, remember the name Let me say it again Fort
Minor, We Major You are not ready, yeah Cause this ride is about to
begin Sit down and buckle it in For those of you that want to know what
we're all about The real hip hop, yeah How you doin' y'all? My name is
Mike Shinoda Fort Minor, Green Lantern Internationally known and
respected Machine Shop rockin' when we step inside How you doin' y'all? My
name is Mike Sick with a BIC pen, all up in your shit, man Yeah, you can
comprehend it or compliment it, it's all aunthentic Wrong nights, I perform
like Mike I'm fooling with the new shit, I'm doing it all night Wrong
nights, I perform like Mike I can quit and get it back like I'm riding a
bike Wait up a sec, give me space to move Room to prove I'm stupid with
the P's and Q's It's the young Shinoda I done paid my dues, Machine
Shop Is back, this is front page news Fort Minor We
Major
Mike: Yo, you ready do this? Ok Come on! Let's go! Green
Lantern: This is an invasion Evil genius Green Lantern Mike
Shinoda Mike: Ladies and gentlemen I would like to welcome you to a
Fort Minor event The countdown has begun The Rising Tied is almost
here But for now... Green Lantern: Come on, Mike! Mike: Yo, let's
get it going in front of every man, anybody You gotta be ready, it's heavy
when we get it rowdy We won't apologize or even think of saying sorry This
is the way we rock steady over everybody You probably shocked, probably ready
to stop this already You probably can't hang with the way we attack it so
steady We let it rock the room and bang the Benz, shake the Chevy 'Til
everybody feels it in the chest, say it with me This is the time so just
follow me It's already heated to 100 degrees so Get up, get up, get up,
get up Get up, get up, get up, get up Wait a second, you know the program,
this is not a slow jam This is not a love song, unless you love tearing shit
down Take a look around, you're not running this The bluff in your nothing
will hit you like a ton of bricks Hit you together with pressure you can
never stand The softest leather just a featherweight, never man We're not
your competitors setting you straight You never compete, forget it, it's
already too late, go! This is the time so just follow me It's already
heated to 100 degrees so Get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up,
get up, get up Yo, if you don't see, I'm a make you see this If you don't
roll, I'm a make you believe it Get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get
up, get up, get up Shh, give me a second, I'm collecting my thoughts And
setting plots, all right y'all ready or not?! I've listened and watched and
waited for an opening spot And now that I got it, nobody can pay me to
stop I'm sick of that same thing I've been forced to hear Over and over
again, let me make this clear If anybody pretends that we're nothing to
fear I solemnly swear it's over, you can tell 'em we're here This is the
time so just follow me It's already heated to 100 degrees so Get up, get
up, get up, get up Get up, get up, get up, get up Yo, if you don't see,
I'm a make you see this If you don't roll, I'm a make you believe it Get
up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, get up, get up Everybody owes,
everybody pays Because...
Gonna’ be somebody Gonna’ be someone --x2 This is a story of them against
us, win or lose forcin your feet into someone elses shoes everybody gots
something to say that we outta live that way what we doin’s not okay in
this world everybodys got a chip on both sides of the neck got no
respect wait up a sec’ ou ever feel like the pressurs to much to
take to much weight ladies and gentlemen, if anybody can hear me right
now please shout back we not the only ones feeling so trapped in a dream of
somebody else in fact, they got there head full of some overblown
scheme oportunity they missed back when they were sixteen and all they
wanna do is push you to be that and all you wanna do is scream back Gonna’
be somebody For anybody tellin me I cant Gonna’ be someone for anyone
who told me I had no chance Gonna’ be somebody Im tellin’ you the time has
come/ like that Gonna’ be someone And maybe you’ll get it when I’m finally
done We dont sleep to dream, we sleep to build stamina energy to do our
thing, get your camera cuz this ride is about to begin sit down and buckle
it in let me say it again in this world everybodys got a chip on both
sides of the neck got no respect wait up a sec’/ When I was young they
said the odds of making it were slim to none ladies and fuck it I’m tired
of them sayin the dream you have doesn’t exist tellin’ you your worthless
sayin’ you should quit basically telling you that you’ll never be
shit Really there pissed cuz they’ll never achieve some opportunity they
missed back when they were sixteen and all they wanna do is push you to be
that and all you wanna do is scream back Did God think you’re crazy
mumbling to yourself in the basement all day AAA in to yourself My pops
didn’t diggin’ with (?) to myself/ My boys use to get it they dugg it because
they felt My undertakin took me I was making in my stealth a wealth of rhymes
of crazy I would talkin’ to myself then they went into the mental Rolodex
see I’m bout heart like my brain in my chest and I took em into school where
subjects were getting felt books under my seat notebook layin on my
desk my teachers like mr.Jacko/ YES with all that knowledge you ain’t tryin
to go college be a lawyer or a doctor get a whole lot of dollas rather
degrade woman and glorify violence well work that works for me might not work
for you no homework I got work to do Gonna’ be somebody For anybody
tellin me I cant Gonna’ be someone for anyone who told me I had no
chance Gonna’ be somebody Im tellin’ you the time has come/ like
that Gonna’ be someone And maybe you’ll get it when I’m finally done
Tak: Yo, swing the sword for the classic year Bring the noise with your
hands up, slash and tear Who can, fathom asthma, dash for air Spitting on
the baby bib in the plastic chair What's up stupid? Shoot this 1-5-1 in
the shot glass, Hot flash Banging on the drum, huh We cause havoc down in
Las Vegas Paper trails racing Pelican Brief-cases We outrageous, name the
streets gave us Yeah, we got fame, but now we heat blazers Ryu: I let
them all fly, 10 in the clip, 1 in the chamber Thumbs up! Another
banger Untuck the flamer, dumbfuck It's like getting hit with a
dumptruck Brains and guts Maim, cut, aim, duck, same, stuff Get you
cracked up like cocaine, heat 'em up OK, I'll let a sucka's fly once Face
down, found him in his Cap'n Crunch Tak Uh, malpractice - a bang-all
jam I joust rappers and track in the radar scans Flip beats for the crew
like fleets and platoons Reach for the moon like Reese Witherspoon,
uh Don't stop the sure-shot, the rooftop anthem Blast the gold box, cock
back the cannon What's up partna, I got ya (what, what) Hope that spoken
gunshots crack the pinata Slap, box, mouth of backwash Teeth mashed up on
the asphalt, ya dig? Ryu Set the pace like a mustang, mashin' Up the
stakes, who wanna cut the cake, I take cash Dropped on a blood-stained
mattress Stop, you ain't got access, watch I'mma change my asset, Ryu and
Tak You little cunts in the game, you can suck my cock Lay flat on the
ground don't make a peep If you want the stains out now GET THE BLEECH Get
the Bleech Ryu Guess who's got the rubber gloves and the bleach? Guess
who's rockin every club, that's me Get so hot, you feel the buzz in the
streets Keeping it knockin', drop drop that beat Guess who got the group
name on top? S.o.B. got the rap thing locked Who want what, when, why, and
what not Who got next up, Ryu and Tak Tak Yeah, here it comes, all you
hear is a click Bloody brains on the sand with a Miracle Whip While the
blood keeps gushing, relish and pink mustard, huh I'mma slam till I tear it
to bits Till the bell for the recess rang On the defense game You
feeling grilled like P.F. Changs Hopscotch on the corpse till I drop the
torch And burn crews for their views that would rock with force Saying,
don't stop the sure-shot, the rooftop anthem Blast the gold box, cock back
the cannon What's up y'all, we don't stall Come one, come all till we drop
the ball like Get the bleach Get the Bleach
Green Lantern: ...invasion! Mike: Hey Ap, why don't you do the uh:the
intro on this shit? Apathy: Yo Apathy, Fort Minor, Styles Of Beyond,
Demigodz Mike: Here we go Apathy: Yo, rappers like heavy metal and
ghettos Guns, metals and ammos I pistol whip Tony and fuck Meadows
Soprano A cat who sells them bugs but tell them thugs They don't know how
to carry more heat than welding gloves I walk amongst the gods, keep my head
in the clouds Oh we show groupie love, getting head in the crowds Put it
in girls mouth blast off like NASA The master of nastiness transform a classy
bitch into A little sheen freak sadomasochist Dastardly bastard of rap so
disastorous Spitting, healed a cripple like Christ the miraculous And
fights my savageness, turns punks, pacifists The police clock Ap like there
he go Always on the watch because I use to carry blow Always lock her down
but I never marry ho's Barry foes when the flows comes through your
stereo Mike: Here we go flipping up a predictable verse It's a curse to
burst words like turrets on purpose Put the verb like a backhand reject
perverse as it is I can't stop and its making me nervous, ok? Get me on a
track and I'm cracking Packing up a backpack full of tracks on some CDs Be
me, fuck that and not like me To bite me you need to be you times ninety I
got schemes and a team so hyped we Get on a scene make a scene on the
nightly Say what I mean, whether mean or politely Living the dream in some
clean white Nike's Or DC's, I'm not giving a shit Fuck the words that you
heard and the lips that they hang from I stay banging to bang, bang drums and
hanging you lames And the same no names gangs you came from I don't got
an excuse, just talking the truth I'm fucking awesome when I'm rocking the
booth And I stay ready with hot bloc rocking abuse Y'all are really not
stopping us dude, yeah Tak, get up Tak: It started off get on over and hit
the galaxy Now we are movuing them over they are crowing me the Cali
king Anything tossed on my fuse getting chewed up With a quota six and
little good weight, too much Going to get smacked in the face with aluminum
bats Your fucking raps as good as me, Bobo and I said I was rude, step in
the shoes, you don't believe me You can ask Devin the dude how I strip down
the bitch clown stand in my socks Whip the mother fuckers ass like I'm
Cannibal, watch You want to be stoned? Even with a basket of ice? Get your
shit flowing feeling for the casket to drop You know them S.O.B.'s never get
the record to stop Breaking the habit is impossible what happened to
Tak He's unleashed, he's a beast so Sledge hand me a bloc Party, whats
your corpses posing for? , the camera was shot, huh Styles and Machine Shop,
necklace fly No wonder everyone is so petrified I said, Styles and
Machine Shop, necklace fly No wonder everyone is so petrified Mike: Let
me hear that!
Mike: Gentlemen and ladies Please put down your expensive
champange It’s about to get ugly in here Let’s go! [Set it off
motherfuckers!] My name is Mike Shinoda And with some help From my man
Celph Titled [You goddamned right!] I would like to introduce to you from
Styles of Beyond: Takbir! Tak: Yo, I’m here, put a sock in your mouth, you
now rockin’ with Styles That’s how we knockin ’em down, no other option
around Cause I’m just cockin’ a plow, me and my popular pals Don’t make me
hop in the crowd, stop joking about We taking over and stomping all of your
sports spiders Cover and duck, a machine straight out of Fort Minor Roll
with a pack of fifty so when they get they shifty I put a stamp on it and
slap ’em with a flask of whiskey You got your hopes a blazin’, buzzin’ with
no sedation I got a (gun cocks) and a party cap for both occasions With
something terrible seeping into your stadium Never perform solo, I’m freakin’
sick in the cranium Packin’ a man, yeah, the ruler gets back Quick to
crackin’ ya shins with aluminum bats Got the place going bananas and they
pumpin they fists I’m telling my grim in Los Angeles to jump in the
pit What the fuck are you doing, man? You spilled my Crystal all over
me So buff, so rugged, so rough Like a runaway train we’re tearing the
track up We’re at it again, we’re ready to act up So cover and duck, show
us you’re rocking with us Let’s see a fist if you’re rocking with this Let
me see your fist if you’re rocking with this Mike: From the start ’til the
end, night until the dawn It’s that fight music cause right when it comes
on You just lose control of your elbows and fists Fuckin’ other disregard
for your body in the pit People are swinging limbs, swinging bottles and
chairs Throwin’ lime, backin’ motherfuckers up in the air So back up, we
got you wearing that Fight Club glare Steady, tearing down the club cause you
just don’t care It’s the realest way to feel it when the speakers pop
poppin’ You with it if you get it when that beat starts knockin’ And we
kill it when get up on that mic, start rockin’ And you feel it when you hear
it cause we’re on nonstoppin’ So ask a buddy or a friend if they know,
no We do it daily, never maybe, every show, show Ya’ll want to get down?
I’m ready to roll Right now, y’all ready? let’s get it, let’s go! So buff,
so rugged, so rough Like a runaway train we’re tearing the track up We’re
at it again, we’re ready to act up So cover and duck, show us you’re rocking
with us Let’s see a fist if you’re rocking with this Let me see your fist
if you’re rocking with this Let’s see a fist if you’re rocking with
this Let me see your fist if you’re rocking with this Ryu! Ryu: Yo,
so now they notice me rockin’ over Shinoda beats Makin’ a crack like the
extract in cocoa leaves Hopefully labels love it, if not then fuck ’em I’m
cutting to break cables, ain’t stoppin’ at nothing My hype is coming, murder
for the price of a muffin You think twice with a steak knife stuck in your
stomach I’m like «Who ever wanted whistle? I’ll let you bring a
pistol» I’ll put a verse on both wings like a stinger missile Provoking
people to bring it, I keep the weapons stable I’ll blow a fucking hole
through like a western bagel Yeah, I talk tough and I rap ignorant
too Sick of me kicking knowledge, getting crap on my shoes I’m off my
rocker, a psycho stalker The girl called me David Beckem, she thought I was
going to sock her Nah, I’m the one to get it crackin’, the plan
works Before I rock a show you gotta fax in the fans first Ready? Let’s
go! So buff, so rugged, so rough Like a runaway train we’re tearing the
track up We’re at it again, we’re ready to act up So cover and duck, show
us you’re rocking with us Let’s see a fist if you’re rocking with this Let
me see your fist if you’re rocking with this Let’s see a fist if you’re
rocking with this Let me see your fist if you’re rocking with this Come
on, Celph Titled! Celph: If it ain’t raw, it ain’t right, so get it
right We at it again, now to act up and start a fight So cover and duck
cause we runnin’ a muck No, cover and duck cause we about to erupt Throw
your motherfuckin’ hands to the sky, sky And make a fist if you want to get
live, live Throw your motherfuckin’ hands to the sky, sky And make a fist
if you want to get live, live Mike: Come on y’all! Yeah! You like that
shit? Celph: We had to get real Godzilla on ’em this time Talkin’ Ryu,
S.O.B., Celph Titled M. Shinoda the Cobra Holder, Demigodz That’s how my crew
do, shut the fuck up when Fort Minor’s talking!
...that's how you stand up against the rising of the tied. 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...
Ryu: Ryu and Tak, Demigodz Green Lantern, Scoop DeVille This kid is
only seventeen, man He’s about to be a problem Tak: So let’s get right
to it and groove Ain’t nothin’ but a thing to getcha grippin’ the
move Gotta lovin’ the way we swing when we step on the scene You know we
kill it, goin’ all out, we about to get it Ryu: Yo, it’s in my blood, I
was born to spit it The coroner has kept me warm through the storms of
winter Ignored the pain and struggle when it’s time for dinner We huddle
together and grind, rain or shine Survive the weather, forget about changing
spinners Throw me a bone, I’m just tryin’ to raise my litter It made me
bitter, eventually made me sicker So when the heat’s on we don’t get pre-game
jitters, uh-uh We go to work man, diggin’ in dirt, we took ’em to
church We’re checkin’ in some teenage strippers Livin’ life by the seat of
my pants and threepeated, we champs Undefeated we can’t lose ever whoever
wanted with us Better roll with a camp you trust to cover your ass when your
asses can’t Huh, so bottom’s up, here’s one for the crew Put some liquor
in your gut and tell me what you wanna do, sing it S, for every sucker left
behind O, what they were yellin’ when I bust a rhyme B, best believe when
it’s time to get it We grind and jet cause we ain’t got time to kick
it No S, for the drunk sexy women O, sippin’ Jack with some Pepsi in
it B, best believe when it’s time to get it We grind and jet cause we
ain’t got time to kick it Tak: So let’s get right to it and
groove Ain’t nothin’ but a thing to getcha grippin’ the move Gotta lovin’
the way we swing when we step on the scene You know we kill it, goin’ all
out, we about to get it Wow, look at ’em now, their mouths are closed We
done came a long way since 2004 Spilled «Bleach», got the whole entire crowd
exposed The fumes leakin’ in the street, throwin’ down them bowls Whoa, we
on the job, the one with the mob The fake facades to get it just to make new
large I roll a seven to nine just to break the yards And step in your mind
and unfold the great bizarre Hit the kill switch, yeah, found my hitch I’m
on the pitcher’s mound for now, it’s me and Will Smith Finally overseas, I
sneak in the mattress Ain’t nothin’ like a sweet club freak with an
accent We out gettin’ bent makin’ dollar amounts So if you with me let me
see you raise your bottom with shots, say it S, for every sucker left
behind O, what they were yellin’ when I bust a rhyme B, best believe when
it’s time to get it We grind and jet cause we ain’t got time to kick
it No S, for the drunk sexy women O, sippin’ Jack with some Pepsi in
it B, best believe when it’s time to get it We grind and jet cause we
ain’t got time to kick it Tak: So let’s get right to it and
groove Ain’t nothin’ but a thing to getcha grippin’ the move Gotta lovin’
the way we swing when we step on the scene You know we kill it, goin’ all
out, we about to get it Gonna be somebody For anybody telling me I can’t,
yeah Gonna be someone For anyone who told me I had no chance Gonna be
somebody I’m telling you the time has come, like that Gonna be
someone And maybe you’ll get it when I’m finally done
Mike: Let’s go! Green Lantern Yo, Green, tell ’em what the name of the
mixtape is Green: Fort Minor, We Major Mike: Let’s go, peep the
style and the kids checkin’ for it The number one question is «How could you
ignore it?» We drop right back in the cut, the evil genius track In Mike’s
raps got you backin’ this up like, rewind that Just rollin’ with the
rhythm Rise from the ashes of stylistic division With these nonstop lyrics
of life-livin’ Not to be forgotten but still unforgiven But in the
meantime there are those Who wanna talk this and that so I suppose It gets
to a point where feeling’s gotta get hurt And get dirty with the people
spreadin’ the dirt It’s like I try to give you warning but everyone
ignores me (I told you niggas nine, ten times, stop fuckin’ with me) But
nobody’s listening Call to you so clearly but you don’t want to hear me (I
told you niggas nine, ten times, stop fuckin’ with me) But nobody’s
listening I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress Handful of anger
held in my chest And everything left’s a waste of time I hate my rhymes
but hate everyone else’s more I’m ridin’ on the back of this
pressure Guessin’ that it’s better, I can’t keep myself together Cause all
of this stress gave me somethin’ to write on The pain gave me somethin’ I
could set my sights on You never forget the blood, sweat and tears The
uphill struggle over years The fear and trash talkin’ and the people it was
to What up to the Militia and the LPU, ha, ha, ha I try to give you
warning but everyone ignores me (I told you niggas nine, ten times, stop
fuckin’ with me) But nobody’s listening Call to you so clearly but you
don’t want to hear me (I told you niggas nine, ten times, stop fuckin’ with
me) But nobody’s listening We got a heart full of pain, head full of
stress Nobody’s listening Handful of anger held in my chest Nobody’s
listening Uphill struggle, blood, sweat and tears Nobody’s
listening Y’all watch your back, Machine Shop is here Green: Fort
Minor, We Major, We Major, We Major (Kanye West’s «We Major»
plays) Mike: Let’s go!
Green Lantern: Fort Minor, We Major Mike: Y'all not-not ready,
no Not-not ready, no We about to drop it steady so do it like that Like
that (echoes) Now why is everybody so Petrified, what? Petrified,
what? Step aside and just Drop that, come on! Drop that, come on! Drop
that, come on! Drop that, come on! Now why is everybody so Petrified,
what? Petrified, what? Step aside and just Drop that, come on! Drop that,
come on! Drop that, come on! Drop that, come on! Yeah, how you doin',
y'all? My name is Mike, I'm fooling with the new shit I'm doing it all
night I like what I do, I do what I like I can quit and get it back like
I'm riding a bike Like stop, bring it back, bring it back We got that
balance keeping us on track That get you when you're moving quick, but no
slow You stare like you don't care but you do, though I know, you really
must be so lonely Buffed up like you're tough but so phony You and your
boys, you don't know me You really want to own me, show me homie Let's get
it over with for good I got a friction addiction, I wish you would Machine
Shop rocking when we step inside And we got everybody so petrified Now why
is everybody so Petrified, what? Petrified, what? Step aside and
just Drop that, come on! Drop that, come on! Drop that, come on! Drop
that, come on! Listen, you are not ready Like children in a building, you
can't stand steady It must be the beat's so heavy Cause I'm panic attacks
like a crack in the levy Give you that Robert Plant Dancing days are back,
feeling all in the track And in fact, for those knowing the name I'm back
with some brand new crack We can do it like that You really must be so
lonely Buffed up like you're tough but so phony You and your boys, you
don't know me You really want to hold me, show me homie Tough talk doesn't
mean a thing, get over yourself You know when we're up in the scene It's
Machine Shop rocking when we step inside And we got everybody so
petrified Now why is everybody so Petrified, what? Petrified,
what? Step aside and just Drop that, come on! Drop that, come on! Drop
that, come on! Drop that, come on! Now why is everybody so Petrified,
what? Petrified, what? Step aside and just Drop that, come on! Drop that,
come on! Drop that, come on! Drop that, come on! Y'all not-not ready,
no Not-not ready, no We about to drop it steady so do it like that Like
that (echoes) Y'all not-not ready, no Not-not ready, no We about to
drop it steady so do it like that Like that (echoes) Get up Now why is
everybody so Petrified, what? Petrified, what? Step aside and just Drop
that, come on! Drop that, come on! Drop that, come on! Drop that, come
on! Now why is everybody so Petrified, what? Petrified, what? Step
aside and just Drop, drop, come on, come on! Drop, drop, come on, come
on! Like stop, bring it back, bring it back We got that balance keeping us
on track Like stop, bring it back, bring it back We got that balance
keeping us on track Like stop, bring, bring, it back, bring it back We got
that balance keeping us on track Like stop, bring ,bring, it back, bring it
back We got that balance keeping us on track Like stop, get it, like stop,
get it
You ready? Let’s go Yeah For those of you who wanna know what we’re all
about Its like this y’all [chorus] 10% luck 20% skill 15%
concentrated power of will 5% pleasure 50% pain and 100% reason to
remember the name [verse1] Mike! He doesn’t need his name up in
lights He just wants to be heard whether it’s the beat or the mic He feels
so unlike every body else, alone In spite of the fact that some people still
think that they know him But Fuck ’em He knows the code: It’s not about
the salary, it’s all about reality And making some noise Making the
story Making sure his clique stays up That means when he puts it down,
Tak’s pickin it up [verse2] Who the hell is he anyway? He never really
talks much Never concerned with status But still leavin’ ’em
starstruck Humbled through oppurtunities Givin despite the fact That
many misjudge him Because he makes a living from writing raps Put it
together himself And the picture connects Never askin for someones’ help,
or to get some respect His only focus is what he wrote His will is beyond
reach And now it all unfolds The skill of an artist [verse3] This is
20% skill 80% beer Be 100% clear ’cuz Ryu is ill Who woulda thought
he’d be the one to set the west in flames I heard him record with the Crystal
Method name of the game Came back dropped megadef, took ’em to church I
like bleach man Ryu had the stupidest verse This dude is the truth Now
everybody’s givin’ him guest spots The stock through the roof I heard he’s
fuckin with s-dot! [chorus] 10% luck 20% skill 15% concentrated
power of will 5% pleasure 50% pain and 100% reason to remember the
name [verse4] They call him Ryu The Sick And he’s spitting fire and
mic Got him out the dryer he’s hot got him in fort Minor With Tak He’s
a fucking nihilist porcupine He’s a prick hes a cock The type women wanna
be with and rappers hope he gets shot 8 years and the makin’ Patiently
waitin’ to blow Now the record with Shinoda’s Takin over the globe He’s
got a partner in crime His shit is equally dope You won’t believe the
kinda shit that comes outa of this kids throat [verse5] He’s out there
every day on the block He knows how to work with what hes got makin his way
to the top He often gets a comment on his name People keep askin’ him was
it Given at birth Or was it stand for an acronym No He’s livin’
proof, look at him rockin the booth He’ll get you buzzin quicker than a shot
of vodka with juice Him and his crew are known around as one of the
best Dedicated to what they do, and give 100% [verse6] Forget
mike Nobody really knows how or why,
he works so hard it seems like he has
never got time Becuz he writes every note, and he writes every line And
i’ve seen him at work, when that light goes on in his mind It’s like a design
is written in his head every time Before he even touches a key or speaks in a
rhyme And those mothafuckas he runs with,
the kids that he signed,
rediculous Without even tryin’ How do they do it? [chorus] 10%
luck 20% skill 15% concentrated power of will 5% pleasure 50%
pain and 100% reason to remember the name 10% luck 20% skill 15%
concentrated power of will 5% pleasure 50% pain and 100% reason to
remember the name Fort Minor M Shinoda Styles of Beyond Ryu, Takbir,
Cheapshot!
Green Lantern: This is an invasion! Fort Minor, Minor Fort Minor,
Minor, Minor… Lupe: Uh, spraypaint and ink pens I use to write in every
color I think in To paint a picture with every rhyme that I speak in Yeah,
the gallery is the beat then I… I… I… I… Mike: Yes, ladies and
gentlemen We have a special guest for you this evening Ghost, you
ready? Ghost: Yo, I verbally paint pictures, I’m the hood’s best
storyteller This about a young boy dealing with the older fellas Promised
him the lives you see on TV He ran packs across town like rhyme CD’s And
big chains, new clothes, Nikes and Reeboks Stacking too much loot to squeeze
in a shoe box Saving, he promised his mom a crib in Atlanta And his pops
got killed through debt, he was a dealer So he staged jazz, fox jump off the
suit cases No more cross-town, now he’s crossing them states and Seeing
new faces, not knowing who to trust So when the door kicked open they scream
«This is a bust» «Is it a set up?», it seems funny, a scuffle broke out He
got hit, dropped the cases spitting blood out of his mouth He walked four
blocks to die trying to survive And now all that’s left is his mom screaming
«God Why?» Lupe: Uh, spraypaint and ink pens I use to write in every
color I think in To paint a picture with every rhyme that I speak in Yeah,
the gallery is the beat then I… I… I… I… Mike: Yeah, yeah, let me begin by
saying «Shut the fuck up!» Let my begin by saying I don’t think this man knew
what he had in store He opened the door and found the bag under the
floor Not a peep, always working a lot, get the flame, aim, pop Open the
box and take off out the back of the pawn shop Scoping the lot, hoping the
cops hadn’t seen the plates on his car He felt like he been hustling so hard
like a demon he pumped a cold heart Play it cool like Humphrey Bogart, put
the rings on his chain attached by both parts He did the drop, one ring in a
bag, envelope, all the money he had Left the money and the ring in a slow
exhale Two weeks went by, got a box in the mail In the box was a bullet
made of gold Melted down from the ring, recast with two rings and a
band And he stared at it sitting in the palm of his hand And sat down next
to a picture that sat on the nightstand It was his wife in the picture on his
side With the ring on the finger on the week that she died As he looked in
the reflection, at those eyes so red He put the bullet in a gun and put it
right in his head like that Lupe: Uh, spraypaint and ink pens I use to
write in every color I think in To paint a picture with every rhyme that I
speak in Yeah, the gallery is the beat then I… I… I… I… Uh, yeah,
uh Mike: Fiasco! Lupe: You know he didn’t have enough power in his
thrusters to muster Warp 5 Plus if he pushed it, the fuel cells could rupture
then they would die Then the galaxy would suffer but he knew he had to
try But he couldn’t risk it, put the cure in the escape pod and kissed
it And told her goodbye, she started to cry, but he knew if he could distract
’em He could buy her some time and she could make it out alive Turn the
suit around and got prepared for the stand off Space mind had blew one of the
hands off Damaged laser cannons and he got the system jammed And he faced
the whole fleet, blood seeping through his teeth The final saga in the seven
planet wars Unsheethed the sword and then he charged forward His eyes
flashed behind the cracked cockpit glass He let out a laugh and then all she
heard was a blast like Lupe: Uh, spraypaint and ink pens I use to write
in every color I think in To paint a picture with every rhyme that I speak
in Yeah, the gallery is the beat then I… I… I… I… Mike: Yeah, ladies
and gentlemen This has been a Fort Minor production Ghostface!
Fiasco! Lupe: Uh, spraypaint and ink pens
Ugh, Shinoda, that's right, Ryu Celph Titled, yeah, Demigodz Dipset, Juelz
Santana And of course, Fort Minor Let's go It's like oh, ohhh,
ohhhh F.M. D.E.M.I.G.O.D.Z. It's like oh, ohhh, ohhhh D.I.P.S.E.T.
S.O.B. G's I came from pumping 60K out the trunk switchblades Ziggy stuff
nicknames, itchy braids, bitchmade Faggots, my shit's changed, my cabbage is
picked man Rollin' twenties up like Snoop Doggy dog's crip game But I'm
out for the crown, housin, I'm buckin' 'em down Dousin' and dunkin' these
fuckin punks in a bucket and bounce When I get up in the game beware Put a
pimp on a hope and then say your prayers Got this ocean so damn potent
player Put you on a throne like a broken chair You know its a move no
crack for the gods and goons We back you talk about gats but dont actually
use 'em But I'm happy to do it because this is demigodz Celph Titled, Ryu
with Tak, Apathy stupid From bottom to top choppin them rocks Cockin the
glock, o more of that Now I just hop in the drop and go To the most
popular spots With ho's and they know, they go I went from pumpin' that
white stuff To bein up in them white clubs Like hey, I got dubs still
pumpin that white stuff Plus I fuck with the white boys, skaters and bike
boys Who may act different but the struggles alike, boy Shinoda know that
if there's a problem I'm coming over, yo Quick fast in a hurry, not needing
to overdose And I mean that, just call if you need that The best of both
different worlds, not often they see that Like oh, ohhh, ohhhh F.M.
D.E.M.I.G.O.D.Z. Like oh, ohhh, ohhhh D.I.P.S.E.T. S.O.B. G's We like
these rappers here that you have to fear We smacking queers murder
extortion Hustlin', nothin' stopin' this movement I swear we gettin' to
the top this year Got your ears, all eyes on me, old school 80's guy, that's
me Hip hop head female rappers give me dome That's just that hip hop head,
flip off the feds, it's been said I'm out my mind to the fullest, alone in
the crib buggin Fuckin with russian roulette with six bullets Won't never
free my guns but fo sho we lettin them triggers go Sparkin that weapon, yous
a thousand miles from me You far from perfection and that's just room for
thought I'm movin the bar, rap entrepenuer, rap lord Cme to the hood, I'll
bring you in through that trap door It's Demigodz and it's Dipset, it's Doe
Rakers and it's Byrd Gang That's Ryu, Celph and Santana, the best rap singers
you ever heard Like oh, ohhh, ohhhh F.M. D.E.M.I.G.O.D.Z. Like oh,
ohhh, ohhhh D.I.P.S.E.T. S.O.B. G's (In the background) [When my
situation ain't a groovin' I'm trying to murder everything
movin'] Demigodz, Celph Titled the Rubik's Cuban Ryu the Beast, Shinoda
the Cobra Holder You a fool for this beat, Santana the Great This has been
a Demigodz Dipset Feature Presentation We'll slap the beeswax right out your
grill! Hold up!
Mike: Machine Shop! Sixx: Yeah, ladies and gentlemen, pleased to meet
you I go by the name of Sixx John Of course you know Mike Shinoda Uh
oh, let's go One time For my Machine Shop crew And then it's two
times S.O.B. and L.P. too And then it's three times It's Mike and Sixx
on the track And then four times When we come in through the back they're
saying Oh no, close the door Shut the lights and start the show Better
let everybody know Get on the mic and there they go Oh no, close the
door Shut the lights and start the show Better let everybody know Get
on the mic and there they go Dangerous bitch, ya can't really hang with us
and this Everybody's so afraid of us, shit Makes me wanna hang it up and
quit Forget about all the things you heard before 'Bout time that we're
kicking down your door Everybody's gonna hit the fuckin' floor Please Mike
don't hurt me anymore I don't gotta have a secret lie or an
alibi Everybody knows why I'm here Not just for some crack, get a
bottle Let's crack you over the head with a bottle of beer So just listen
up there powder-puff Better believe that I'm not playing You can love it,
you can hate But don't mistake it, everybody's saying Oh no, close the
door Shut the lights and start the show Better let everybody know Get
on the mic and there they go Oh no, close the door Shut the lights and
start the show Better let everybody know Get on the mic and there they
go What you really wanna do is this Just make believe that I don't
exist But you won't cause everytime you go to spit [Yo, check this] I talk
over you just like this [Shit] It's annoying just for you You could scream
all day 'til your face is blue I'm getting in your head and you know it
too And that's just me you don't know my crew [Machine Shop] My man Sixx
John understand though The way that he flows, you can call him Rambo Never
missed a shot, never run outta ammo Come out wit' heat like a goddamned
commando And add in S.O.B., Ryu, Tak, Vin Skully Cheapshot and now you
see, fuck with me? Nah! Sixx! Oh no, uh oh, whatever you get when you see
that door closed I'm a bail through the back straight to the bar so I can act
a fool I figured you guys would get a little surprise Your eyes wide when
it's me and Mike Shinod I'm just plain ol Sixx John from the Nam
district This is not supposed, I still talk with awkward speech I'm like a
dog that's off his leash Step out with a Fort Minor patch on a black
tee Niggas scared to walk these streets, I ain't trippin homie Talk is
cheap, acapellla or we can walk on a beat And if that ain't enough
action I got seventeen pages in this little magazine I keep We got this
place rocking beat knocking, non stoppin' If ya'll all with it let me hear it
now, yeah, yo We got this place rocking beat knocking, non stoppin' If
ya'll all with it let me hear it now, yeah, yo One time For my Machine
Shop crew And then it's two times S.O.B. and L.P. too And then it's
three times It's Mike and Sixx on the track And then four times We do
it like that, like that, like that, like that Fort Minor, Shinoda, Machine
Shop, Green Lantern Better be ridiculous, how sick is this?
(Kanye West’s «We Major» plays) Mike: Ladies and gentlemen You are
tuned into the Fort Minor mixtape Yo, Green, tell ’em what the name of the
mixtape is Green Lantern: Fort Minor, of course It’s always a pleasure,
Mike, where we go? Jay Z: Fort Minor, We Major Mike: Gotta say «What
up?» to my executive producer: Mr. S dot Carter «What up?» to Ghostface,
Fiasco, Sixx John Bishop Lamont, Trek Life, Celph Titled, Apathy Scoop De
Ville, Styles of Beyond, Machine Shop The Rising Tied in stores November 22