Let's 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

Making the story

making sure his clique stays up That means when he puts it down Tak's picking it up!

Who the hell is he anyway?

He never really talks much

Never concerned with status but still leaving them star struck

Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact

That many misjudge him because he makes a living from writing raps

Put it together himself, now the picture connects Never asking for someone's help, or to get some respect

He's only focused on what he wrote

his will is beyond reach And now it all unfolds, the skill of an artist

This is twenty percent skill

Eighty percent fear

Be a hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill

Who would've thought he'd be the one to set the west in flames

Then I heard him wreck it with The Crystal Method, "Name Of The Game"

Came back dropped Megadef, took em to church

I like bleach man, why you had the stupidest verse?

This dude is the truth, now everybody's giving him guest spots

His stock's through the roof I heard he's 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, he's sick

And he's spitting fire And mike got him out the dryer he's hot

Found him in Fort Minor with Tak

What a fuckin' 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 making, patiently waiting to blow Now the record with Shinoda's taking 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

Making his 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 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!