歌手:Fort Minor
专辑:《The Rising Tied》

作词 : T.A.K./Mike Shinoda/Ryu
作曲 : Mike Shinoda
You ready? Let's go
Yeah, for those of you that
wanna know what we're all about
It's like this y'all come on
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 **** 'em he knows the code
It's not about the salary
it's all about reality and making some noise
Making a story, making 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 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,
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 that he'd be
the one to set the west in flames?
Then heard him wreckin' with
the Crystal Method, Name of The Game
Came back dropped Megadef,
took 'em to church
I'm like 'bleach, man,
Ryu 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 ******' 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 spittin' fire with Mike
Got him out the dryer he's hot
found him in Fort Minor with Tak
What a ****** nihilist porcupine he's a *****,
he's a ****
The type women 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 **** is equally ****
You won't believe the kind of ****
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
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 livin' proof that he 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 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 ************* he runs with,
the kids that he signed
Ridiculous, without even trying, how did they 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
Yeah, Fort Minor, M-Shinoda
Styles of Beyond, Ryu, Takbir
Machine Shop