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

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

Mike, he doesn't need his name up in
He wants 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' his clique stays up
That means when he it down Tak's pickin' it up, let's go

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

Put it together himself, now the picture
askin' for someone's help, to get some respect
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond
And now when it all unfolds, the of an artist

This is twenty percent skill, eighty percent
Be a hundred percent 'cause Ryu is ill
Who would've thought he'd be the one to set the in flames?
And I heard him wreckin' 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 guest
His stock's through the roof I heard he messin S-dot

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

call him Ryu the sick and he's spittin' fire an' mike
Got him out the dryer he's hot him in Fort Minor with Tak
A annihilist porcupine he's a piece of a rock
The type women want to be with and rappers hope he rot

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

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

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

Forget Mike, nobody knows how or why he works so hard
It seems like he's got time
Because he writes every 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
he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme
And those stupid people he runs with, those kids he signed
Ridiculous, without even tryin', how do do it?

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

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

Yeah, Fort Minor, M.
of Beyond, Ryu, Takbir
Machine