Fort minor the name

You ready? Lets go Yeah, for those of you that want to know what were all about Its like this yall (cmon) 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 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 Makin the story - makin sure his clique stays up That means when he puts it down Taks pickin it up lets 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 someones help, or to get some respect Hes only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist This is twenty percent skill Eighty percent beer Be one 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 wreckin 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 Chorus They call him Ryu, hes sick And hes spittin fire with 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 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 Tak - Hes not your everyday 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 askin him was it given at birth Or does it stand for an acronym? No hes livin proof, Got him 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? Chorus - repeat 2x Outro - Mike Shinoda Yeah Fort Minor M. Shinoda - Styles of Beyond Ryu Takbir Machine Shop