You ready?! Lets go!
Yeah, for those of you that wanna know what were all about
Its like this yall (cmon)
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
He doesnt need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether its 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, its not about the salary
Its about reality and making some noise
Making a story, making sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down, Taks pickin it up
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 despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he makes a livin from writing raps
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never asking for someones help, or to get some respect
Hes 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 beer
Be a hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill
Who wouldve thought that hed be the one to set the west in flames
Then heard him wreckin with The Crystal Method, Name Of The Game
Came back, dropped Megadef, took em to church
I like bleach, man, Ryu had the stupidest verse
This dude is the truth, now everybody be givin him guest spots
His stocks 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 hes sick, and hes spittin fire and Mike
Got him out the dryer hes hot, found him in Fort Minor with Tak
What a fuckin nihilist porcupine; hes a prick; hes 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 Shinodas takin over the globe
Hes got a partner in crime; his shit is equally dope
You wont believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kids throat
Hes not your every day on the block
He knows how to work with what hes got
Makin his way to the top
He often gets a comment on his name
People keep asking him was it given at birth
Or does it stand for an acronym?
No, hes livin proof that he rockin the booth
Hell 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 hes never got time
Because he writes every note and he writes every line
And Ive seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind
Its 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, the 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