You ready?! Let's go!Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all aboutIt's like this y'all (c'mon!)
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This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skillFifteen percent concentrated power of willFive percent pleasure, fifty percent painAnd a hundred percent reason to remember the name!Mike! - He doesn't need his name up in lightsHe just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the micHe feels so unlike everybody else, aloneIn spite of the fact that some people still think that they know himBut fuck em, he knows the codeIt's not about the salaryIt's all about reality and making some noiseMaking the story - making sure his clique stays upThat means when he puts it down Tak's picking it up! Let's go!Who the hell is he anyway?He never really talks muchNever concerned with status but still leaving them star struckHumbled through opportunities given despite the factThat many misjudge him because he makes a living from writing rapsPut it together himself, now the picture connectsNever asking for someone's help, or to get some respectHe's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reachAnd now it all unfolds, the skill of an artistThis is twenty percent skillEighty percent beerBe a hundred percent clear cause Ryu is illWho would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flamesAnd I heard him wreck it with The Crystal Method, "Name Of The Game"Came back dropped Megadef, took em to churchI like bleach man, why you had the stupidest verse?This dude is the truth, now everybody's giving him guest spotsHis stock's through the roof I heard he's fuckin' with S. Dot![Chorus]
They call him Ryu, he's sickAnd he's spitting fireAnd mike got him out the dryer he's hot Found him in Fort Minor with TakWhat a fuckin' nihilist porcupineHe's a prick, he's a cockThe type woman want to be with, and rappers hope he get shotEight years in the making, patiently waiting to blowNow the record with Shinoda's takin over the globeHe's got a partner in crime, his shit is equally dope You wont believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throatTak! - He's not your everyday on the blockHe knows how to work with what he's gotMaking his way to the top He often gets a comment on his namePeople keep asking him was it given at birth Or does it stand for an acronym?No he's living proof, got him rocking the boothHe'll get you buzzing quicker than a shot of vodka with juiceHim and his crew are known around as one of the bestDedicated to what they do and give a hundred percent Forget Mike - Nobody really knows how or why he works so hardIt seems like he's never got timeBecause he writes every note and he writes every lineAnd I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mindIt's like a design is written in his head every timeBefore he even touches a key or speaks in a rhymeAnd those mother fuckers he runs with,The kids that he signed?Ridiculous, without even trying,How do they do it?![Chorus - repeat 2x]