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You ready? Let's go Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about. It's like this! Ya (Come on!) This is ten percent luck! Twenty percent skill! Fifteen percent concentrated power of will! Five percent pleasure! Fifty percent pain! And a hundred percent reason to remember the name! 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 everybody else, alone In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him. But fxxk em'! He knows the code! It's not about the salary. It's all about reality and makin' some noise. Makin' the story. Makin' sure his clique stays up. That means when he puts it down Tak's pickin' it up (Let's go! ) Who the hell is he anyway? He never really talks much Never concerned with status but still leavin' them star struck Humbled through opportunities given to him despite the fact That many misjudge him because he makes a livin' from writin raps Put it together himself, now the picture connects Never askin for someone's help, to get some respect He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist This is twenty percent skill Eighty percent beer Be one hundred percent clear 'cause Ryu is ill Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames And I heard him wreckin' with The Crystal Method, Name Of The Game Came back dropped Megadef, took'em to church I like bleach, man, why you have the stupidest verse? This dude is the truth, now everybody be givin' him guest spots His stock's through the roof I heard he fxxkin' with S-Dot! This is ten percent luck Twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure Fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name They call him Ryu, he's sick And he's spittin fire with Mike Got him out the dryer he's hot Found him in Fort Minor with Tak What a fxxkin' nihilist porcupine He's a prick, he's a cock The type women want to be with And rappers hope he get shot Eight years in 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 kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat Tak He's not your everyday on the block He knows how to work with what he's got Makin' this way to the top He often gets a comment on his name People keep askin him was it given at birth Or does it stand for an acronym? No, he's livin' proof Got 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 a hundred percent Forget Mike Nobody really knows how or why he works so hard It seems like he's never got time Because 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 motherfxxkers he runs with, those kids that he signed Ridiculous, without even tryin', how do they do it? This is ten percent luck... (2X) Yeah, Fort Minor, M.Shinoda, Styles of beyond, Ryu, Takbir, Machine Shop |
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