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Are 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 *** em, he knows the code It's not about the salary
It's all about reality and making some noise Making the story - making sure his clique
stays up That means when he puts it down Tak's picking
it up! Let's go!
Who the hell is he anyway? He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leaving them 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 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 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, why you had the stupidest verse?
This dude is the truth, now everybody's giving him guest spots
His stock's through the roof I heard he's ***' with S. Dot!
[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!
They call him Ryu, he's sick And he's spitting fire
And mike got him out the dryer he's hot Found him in Fort Minor with Tak
What a ***' nihilist porcupine He's a prick, he's a ***
The type woman want to be with, and rappers hope he get shot
Eight 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 *** is equally dope
You wont 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
Making 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 living proof, got him rocking the booth
He'll get you buzzing quicker than a shot of *** 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 he 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!
Can't be touched Can't be stopped
Can't be moved Can't be rocked
Can't be shook We hot
When will you *** learn
Came to get crunk Came to bring life
Came to get it started Came to get it right
Turn down the music Turn up my mics
When will you *** learn
[Magic] I mean what I speak
I do as I say I hustle, I grind
Don't get in my way I'm pimping my hoes
I'm jacking my foes I spit at the police and duck my P.O.'s
I ain't going to court You can call a judge
Tell him kiss my *** Cause I ain't gonna budge
And I ain't going back to lock up You trying to Glock pop up
I ain't going back to court And I'm never gonna stop the puffing
Not for nothing The block they need me
The streets they need me The club scene ***
Is mine believe me You don't believe me
Can't be touched Can't be stopped
Can't be moved Can't be rocked
Can't be shook We hot
When will you *** learn
Came to get crunk Came to bring life
Came to get it started Came to get it right
Turn down the music Turn up my mics
When will you *** learn
[Trouble] Open your hearts for me
Look what I got for you You in the presence of greatness
I'll make it hot for you Pass the rock to me
Block and I'll run with it Here for the game
And all the *** that come with it So full of focus
I'm insistent on keeping it going The Franchise, I exist in a league of my own
Expect attention unfamiliar with being ignored The truth back, came in, locking and closing
the door Brick wall in the road
I won't move The King
I'm like Roy in the ring I can't lose
Show the face of what compares to mine You wanna war
*** I ain't hard to find Now holla back, ***
[Hook]
Can't be touched Can't be stopped
Can't be moved Can't be rocked
Can't be shook We hot
When will you *** learn
Came to get crunk Came to bring life
Came to get it started Came to get it right
Turn down the music Turn up my mics
When will you *** learn
[Roy] I move when my heart say move
Fierce like a lion Got nothing to prove
Stubborn as a hot damn mule God in my corner
*** can't lose Trying to take me out my hot damn shoes
See how quick I jump up and give you *** the blues
They gonna see you on the hot damn news And that ain't even nothing
Linking me to the crime Not a print, not a hot damn clue
Beating these *** down Is what I came to do
And I ain't playing bout a hot damn rule Shaking you *** down
Can't be touched Can't be stopped
When will you *** learn