ЗуЗя (Linkofanka) все записи автора
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
It's just 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 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
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'm 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!
It's just 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 at 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?
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?
It's just 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
It's just 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
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Crawling in my skin 
