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You Let's go
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all
like this y'all come on

This is ten luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of
Five percent pleasure, fifty pain
And a hundred percent reason to the name

Mike, he need his name up in lights
He just to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
He feels so unlike else, alone
In spite of the fact that some still think that they know him

But trip em he knows the
not about the salary it's all about reality and makin' some noise
Makin' the story makin' sure his clique up
That means when he puts it down Tak's pickin' it up, go

Who the heck is he anyway? He never really talks
Never with status but still leavin' them star struck
Humbled opportunities given despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he makes a livin' from raps

Put it together himself, now the picture
Never for someone's help, to get some respect
only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
And now it all unfolds, the skill of an artist

This is percent skill, eighty percent fear
Be a hundred clear 'cause Ryu is ill
Who would've thought be the one to set the west in flames?
And I heard him with the crystal method, name of the game

back dropped Megadef, took 'em to church
I'm like 'bleach, man, why you have the verse?
This dude is the truth, now everybody givin' him spots
His stock's the roof I heard he messin with S-dot

This is ten percent luck, twenty skill
Fifteen concentrated power of will
Five pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to the name

They call him Ryu the and he's spittin' fire an' mike
Got him out the dryer he's hot found him in Fort Minor Tak
A annihilist porcupine he's a piece of a rock
The type women want to be and rappers hope he doesn't rot

Eight years in the makin' patiently to blow
Now the record with takin' over the globe
He's got a partner in crime, his stuff is wrote
You wont believe the kind of words that comes out of kid's throat

Tak, he's not everyday on the block
He how to work with what he's got
his way to the top
People think it's a common owners
People keep askin' him was it given at
Or does it for an acronym?

No, livin' proof got him rockin' the booth
He'll get you buzzin' quicker than a can of wodka juice
Him and his crew are known around as one of the
Dedicated to what they doin give a percent

Mike, nobody really knows how or why he works so hard
It seems like never got time
Because he every note and he writes every line
And I've seen him at work when that light on in his mind

It's like a design is in his head every time
Before he even touches a key or in a rhyme
And those stupid people he runs with, those kids he signed
Ridiculous, even tryin', how do they do it?

This is ten percent luck, twenty skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of
percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the

This is ten luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of
Five pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent to remember the name

Yeah, Fort Minor, M.
Styles of Beyond, Ryu,
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