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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 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 fuckin
with S. Dot!
[Chorus]
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?!
[Chorus - repeat 2x]
[Outro - Mike Shinoda]
Yeah! Fort Minor
M. Shinoda - Styles of Beyond
Ryu! Takbir! Machine Shop!
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