Ca sĩ: Fort Minor

You ready?! Lets

go!

Yeah, for those of you that want

to know what we're all about

It's like this y'all (c'mon!)

[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 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

Makin the story - makin sure his

clique stays up

That means when he puts it

down Tak's pickin it up! let's 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 someone's help,

to get some respect

He's only focused on what he

wrote, his will is beyond reach

And now when it all unfolds, the

skill of an artist

It's just twenty percent skill

Eighty percent fear

Be one hundred percent clear

cause Ryu is ill

Who would've thought that he'd

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 have

the stupidest verse?

This dude is the truth, now

everybody be givin him guest

spots

His stock's through the roof I

heard he fuckin with S. Dot!

[Chorus]

They call him Ryu The Sick

And he's spittin fire with Mike

Got him out the dryer he's hot

Found him in Fort Minor with Tak

Been a fuckin annihilist

porcupine

He's a prick, he's 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 Shinoda's

takin over the globe

He'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

throat

Tak! - He's not your everyday on

the block

He knows how to work with

what he's got

Makin his way to the top

People think its a common

owners name

People keep askin him was it

given at birth

Or does it stand for an acronym?

Welcome to Yeucahat.com

No he's livin proof, Got him

rockin the booth

He'll 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 doin 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, those 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!