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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 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 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 beer Be a hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill Who would've thought he'd be the one to set the west in flames Then 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 fuckin' 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 spitting fire With 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 women 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 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 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 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 motherfuckers 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 [Mike Shinoda:] Yeah! Fort Minor M. Shinoda - Styles of Beyond Ryu! Takbir! Machine Shop

[Intro]
Cm
Ab Bb Cm           Ab Bb
        You ready?!     Let's go!
Cm Ab     Bb Cm                                            Ab
     Yeah,     for those of you that wanna know what we're all about
          Bb
It's like this y'all (c'mon)
 
 
[Chorus]
           Cm
This is ten  percent luck
Twenty percent skill
       Ab                     Bb
Fifteen  percent concentrated power of will
    Cm
Five  percent pleasure
Fifty percent pain
         Ab                       Bb
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name
 
 
[Verse 1]
Cm
  He doesn't need his name up in lights
              Ab                           Bb
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
         Cm
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
                Ab                                Bb
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
             Cm
But fuck 'em,  he knows the code, it's not about the salary
Ab                     Bb
It's about reality and making some noise
         Cm
Making a story, making sure his clique stays up
                   Ab                               Bb
That means when he puts it down, Tak's pickin' it up
 
 
[Verse 2]
        Cm
Who the hell is he anyway, he never really talks much
  Ab                            Bb
Never concerned with status but still leavin' them star struck
Cm
Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact
     Ab                                 Bb
That many misjudge him because he makes a livin' from writing raps
Cm
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
      Ab                               Bb
Never asking for someone's help, or to get some respect
          Cm
He's only focused on what he wrote; his will is beyond reach
    Ab                      Bb
And now it all unfolds, the skill of an artist
 
 
[Verse 3]
        Cm
This is twenty percent skill, eighty percent beer
     Ab                           Bb
Be a hundred percent clear 'cause Ryu is ill
                     Cm
Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames
                 Ab                                Bb
Then I heard him wreckin' with The Crystal Method, Name Of The Game
     Cm
Came back, dropped Megadef, took 'em to church
       Ab                       Bb
I like bleach, man, Ryu had the stupidest verse
                 Cm
This dude is the truth, now everybody be givin' him guest spots
    Ab                                   Bb
His stock's through the roof; I heard he fuckin' with S-Dot
 
 
[Chorus]
           Cm
This is ten  percent luck
Twenty percent skill
       Ab                     Bb
Fifteen  percent concentrated power of will
    Cm
Five  percent pleasure
Fifty percent pain
         Ab                       Bb
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name
 
 
[Verse 4]
              Cm
They call him Ryu he's sick, and he's spittin' fire and Mike
                Ab                                Bb
Got him out the dryer he's hot, found him in Fort Minor with Tak
               Cm
What a fuckin' nihilist porcupine; he's a prick; he's a cock
         Ab                           Bb
The type women want to be with and rappers hope he get shot
      Cm
Eight years in the makin' patiently waitin' to blow
        Ab                           Bb
Now the record with Shinoda's takin' over the globe
           Cm
He's got a partner in crime; his shit is equally dope
            Ab                                Bb
You won't believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat
 
 
[Verse 5]
Cm
  He's not your every day on the block
                Ab
He knows how to work with what he's got
           Bb
Makin' his way to the top
         Cm
He often gets a comment on his name
                             Ab
People keep asking him was it  given at birth
           Bb
Or does it stand for an acronym?
   Cm
No,  he's livin' proof that he rockin' the booth
              Ab                             Bb
He'll get you buzzin' quicker than a shot of vodka with juice
    Cm
Him and his crew are known around as one of the best
      Ab                             Bb
Dedicated to what they do and give a hundred percent
 
 
[Verse 6]
       Cm                                              Ab
Forget Mike, nobody really knows how or why he works so  hard
                     Bb
It seems like he's never got time
          Cm
Because he  writes every note and he writes every line
              Ab                               Bb
And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind
            Cm
It's like a design is written in his head every time
          Ab                    Bb
Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme
            Cm
And those motherfuckers he runs with, the kids that he signed
    Ab                          Bb
Ridiculous, without even trying,  how do they do it?
 
 
[Chorus]
           Cm
This is ten  percent luck
Twenty percent skill
       Ab                     Bb
Fifteen  percent concentrated power of will
    Cm
Five  percent pleasure
Fifty percent pain
         Ab                       Bb
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name
           Cm
This is ten  percent luck
Twenty percent skill
       Ab                     Bb
Fifteen  percent concentrated power of will
    Cm
Five  percent pleasure
Fifty percent pain
         Ab                       Bb
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name
 
 
[Outro]
Cm Ab Bb Cm Ab Bb
Cm Ab Bb Cm Ab Bb

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