| Song | Nobody's Listening (Green Lantern remix) |
| Artist | DJ Green Lantern |
| Artist | Fort Minor |
| Album | We Major |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Fort Minor, We Major, We Major, We Major | |
| Let's go! |
| 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 lifelivin' | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Fort Minor, We Major, We Major, We Major | |
| Let' s go! |