This is 10% luck
20% skill
15% concentrated power of will
5% pleasure
50% pain
And 100% reason to remember the name

Mike:
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 a story / making sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down Tak’s picking it up
Let’s go

Tak:
Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status
But still leaving ‘em 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 when it all untolds
Trough the skill of an artist

Ryu:
This is 20% skill
80% beer
Be 100% clear ‘cause Ryu is ill
Who would have thought that he’d be the one
To set The West in flames
And 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
Ryu had the stupidest verse
This dude is the truth
Now everybody’s givin’ him guest spots
His stock is through the roof
I heard he’s fuckin’ with S-Dot

This is 10% luck
20% skill
15% concentrated power of will
5% pleasure
50% pain
And 100% reason to remember the name

Ryu:
They call him Ryu he’s sick
And he’s spittin’ fire
And 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 woman want to be with
And rappers hope he get shot
8 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 wont believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid’s throat

Tak:
Tak / He’s not your every day 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 askin’ him was it given at birth
Or does it stand for an acronym? / 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 do and give a 100%

Mike:
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 do they do it?

This is 10% luck
20% skill
15% concentrated power of will
5% pleasure
50% pain
And 100% reason to remember the name

Mike:
Yeah
Fort Minor
M. Shinoda
Styles of Beyond
Ryu, Takbir
Machine Shop