You ready
Let's go
Yeah
For those of you
that wanna 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
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 a story
making sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down
Tak's picking it up
let's go
Who the hell is he anyway
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status
but still leaving 'em star-struck
Humbled through opportunities
given despite the fact
that many misjudge him
'cause 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 beer
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
Ryu had the stupidest verse
This dude is the truth
now everybody giving him
guest spots
His stock's through the roof
I heard he fucking 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 the Sick
and he's spitting fire with Mike
Got him out the dryer he's hot
found him in Fort Minor with Tak
What a fucking nihilist porcupine
he's a prick he's a cock
The type women wanna be with
and rappers hope he gets 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 asking him
Was it given at birth
or does it stand for an acronym
No he's living proof
got him rocking the booth
He'll 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 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 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