Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon!)
[Chorus:]
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 Mega def, 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!
[Chorus:]
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 c***
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 it's 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!
[Chorus:]
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!
[Outro - Mike Shinoda]
Yeah! Fort Minor
M. Shinoda - Styles of Beyond
Ryu! Takbir! Machine Shop!
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!) [Chorus:] 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 Mega def, 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! [Chorus:] 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 c*** 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 it's 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! [Chorus:] 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! [Outro - Mike Shinoda] Yeah! Fort Minor M. Shinoda - Styles of Beyond Ryu! Takbir! Machine Shop! Explain Request ×
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