[Intro]
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You ready?! Let's go!
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Yeah, for those of you that wanna know what we're all about
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It's like this y'all (c'mon)
[Chorus]
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This is ten percent luck
Twenty percent skill
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Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
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Five percent pleasure
Fifty percent pain
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And a hundred percent reason to remember the name
[Verse 1]
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He doesn't need his name up in lights
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He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
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He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
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In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
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But fuck 'em, he knows the code, it's not about the salary
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It's about reality and making some noise
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Making a story, making sure his clique stays up
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That means when he puts it down, Tak's pickin' it up
[Verse 2]
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Who the hell is he anyway, he never really talks much
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Never concerned with status but still leavin' them star struck
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Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact
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That many misjudge him because he makes a livin' from writing raps
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Put it together himself, now the picture connects
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Never asking for someone's help, or to get some respect
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He's only focused on what he wrote; his will is beyond reach
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And now it all unfolds, the skill of an artist
[Verse 3]
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This is twenty percent skill, eighty percent beer
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Be a hundred percent clear 'cause Ryu is ill
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Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames
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Then I heard him wreckin' with The Crystal Method, Name Of The Game
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Came back, dropped Megadef, took 'em to church
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I like bleach, man, Ryu had the stupidest verse
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This dude is the truth, now everybody be givin' him guest spots
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His stock's through the roof; I heard he fuckin' with S-Dot
[Chorus]
Cm
This is ten percent luck
Twenty percent skill
Ab Bb
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
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Five percent pleasure
Fifty percent pain
Ab Bb
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name
[Verse 4]
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They call him Ryu he's sick, and he's spittin' fire and Mike
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Got him out the dryer he's hot, found him in Fort Minor with Tak
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What a fuckin' nihilist porcupine; he's a prick; he's a cock
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The type women want to be with and rappers hope he get shot
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Eight years in the makin' patiently waitin' to blow
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Now the record with Shinoda's takin' over the globe
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He's got a partner in crime; his shit is equally dope
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You won't believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat
[Verse 5]
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He's not your every day on the block
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He knows how to work with what he's got
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Makin' his way to the top
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He often gets a comment on his name
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People keep asking him was it given at birth
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Or does it stand for an acronym?
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No, he's livin' proof that he rockin' the booth
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He'll get you buzzin' quicker than a shot of vodka with juice
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Him and his crew are known around as one of the best
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Dedicated to what they do and give a hundred percent
[Verse 6]
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Forget Mike, nobody really knows how or why he works so hard
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It seems like he's never got time
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Because he writes every note and he writes every line
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And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind
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It's like a design is written in his head every time
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Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme
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And those motherfuckers he runs with, the kids that he signed
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Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?
[Chorus]
Cm
This is ten percent luck
Twenty percent skill
Ab Bb
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Cm
Five percent pleasure
Fifty percent pain
Ab Bb
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name
Cm
This is ten percent luck
Twenty percent skill
Ab Bb
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Cm
Five percent pleasure
Fifty percent pain
Ab Bb
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name
[Outro]
Cm Ab Bb Cm Ab Bb
Cm Ab Bb Cm Ab Bb
You ready?! Let's go
Yeah, for those of you that want to 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
Mike! - 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 the 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 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 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, why you had the stupidest verse?
This dude is the truth, now everybody's giving him guest spots
His stock's through the roof I heard he's 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 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 fuckin' nihilist porcupine
He's a prick, he's a cock
The type women want to be with, and rappers hope he get 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 did he 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
[Mike Shinoda:]
Yeah! Fort Minor
M. Shinoda - Styles of Beyond
Ryu! Takbir! Machine Shop
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