You ready! Lets go!
Yeah
for those of you that want to know
what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon!)
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 fuck em, he knows the code
It's not about the salary
It's all about reality
and making 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
It's just twenty percent skill
Eighty percent fear
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 fuckin 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 The Sick
And he's spittin fire with Mike
Got him out the dryer he's hot
Found him in Fort Minor with Tak
Been a fuckin annihilist porcupine
He's a prick, he's a cock
The type woman 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 wont 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 his way to the top
People think its a common owners 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 doin
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 motherfuckers he runs with
those kids that he signed
Ridiculous, without even trying
how do they do it
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
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
Yeah! Fort Minor
M. Shinoda- Styles of Beyond
Ryu! Takbir! Machine Shop -