You ready?! Lets go!
Yeah, for those of you that want to 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!
Mike! – 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 all about reality and making some noise
Making the story – making sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down Taks picking it up! Lets go!
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 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 fear
Be a hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill
Who wouldve thought that hed be the one to set the west in flames
And 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 everybodys giving him guest spots
His stocks through the roof I heard hes 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 spitting 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 woman want to be with, and rappers hope he get shot
Eight years in the making, patiently waiting to blow
Now the record with Shinodas taking 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
Tak! – Hes not your everyday on the block
He knows how to work with what hes got
Making 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 living proof, got him rocking the booth
Hell get you buzzing 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 did he do it?!
Yeah! Fort Minor
M. Shinoda – Styles of Beyond
Ryu! Takbir! Machine Shop!