They call him Ryu the sick and he's spittin' fire an' mike
I'm like 'bleach, man, why you have the stupidest verse?
It's not about the salary it's all about reality and makin' some noise
Never concerned with status but still leavin' them star struck
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
But fuck 'em he knows the code
Forget Mike, nobody really knows how or why he works so hard
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
He's got a partner in crime, his shit is equally dope
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name
Never askin' for someone's help, to get some respect
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
That many misjudge him because he makes a livin' from writin' raps
Who the hell is he anyway? He never really talks much
People think it's a common owner’s name
That means when he puts it down Tak's pickin' it up, let's go
A fuckin' annihilist porcupine he's a prick, he's a cock
Dedicated to what they doin’ give a hundred percent
Because he writes every note and he writes every line
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
This dude is the truth, now everybody givin' him guest spots
It's like this y'all come on
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name
Mike, he doesn't need his name up in lights
And those motherfuckers he runs with, those kids that he signed
And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Styles of Beyond, Ryu, Takbir
Who would've thought he'd be the one to set the west in flames?
Makin' his way to the top
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name
It's like a design is written in his head every time
Makin' the story makin' sure his clique stays up
Be a hundred percent clear 'cause Ryu is ill
Eight years in the makin' patiently waitin' to blow
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name
The type women want to be with and rappers hope he gets shot
No, he's livin' proof got him rockin' the booth
Now the record with Shinoda's takin' over the globe
And I heard him wreckin' with the crystal method, name of the game
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist
This is twenty percent skill, eighty percent fear
He knows how to work with what he's got
Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact
People keep askin' him was it given at birth
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
You won’t believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Ridiculous, without even tryin', how do they do it?
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
Tak, he's not your everyday on the block
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Or does it stand for an acronym?
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme
Yeah, Fort Minor, M. Shinoda
His stock's through the roof I heard he fuckin' with S-dot
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
It seems like he's never got time
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
Got him out the dryer he's hot found him in Fort Minor with Tak
Came back dropped Megadef, took 'em to church
