Remember the Name

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 10% luck, 20% skill
 15% concentrated power of will
 5% pleasure, 50% pain
 And 100% 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 makin' 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 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
 This is twenty percent skill, eighty percent fear
 Be a hundred percent clear 'cause Ryu is ill
 Who would've thought 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'm like 'bleach, man, why you have the stupidest verse?
 This dude is the truth, now everybody givin' him guest spots
 His stock's through the roof I heard he 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
 They call him Ryu the sick and he's spittin' fire an' mike
 Got him out the dryer he's hot found him in Fort Minor with Tak
 A fuckin' annihilist porcupine he's a prick, he's a cock
 The type women want to be with and rappers hope he gets 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 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 makin' his way to the top
 People think it's a common owner he's 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 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 tryin', 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
 This is 10% luck, 20% skill
 15% concentrated power of will
 5% pleasure, 50% pain
 And 100% reason to remember the name
 Yeah...
 Fort Minor, M. Shinoda
 Styles of Beyond
 Ryu, Takbir
 Machine Shop