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!) 
 [bad word]  
 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 [bad word] em, he knows the code 
 It’s not about the salary 
 It’s all about reality and making 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 [bad word] is he anyway? 
 He never really talks much 
 Never concerned with status but still leavin them star [bad word] 
 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, or 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 beer 
 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 like bleach man, why you had the stupidest verse? 
 This dude is the [bad word]  now everybody’s giving him guest spots 
 His stock’s through the roof I heard he’s [bad word]  with S. Dot! 
 [bad word]  
 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 spittin fire with Mike 
 Got him out the dryer he’s hot 
 Found him in Fort Minor with Tak 
 What a [bad word]  nihilist porcupine 
 He’s a prick, he’s a [bad word] 
 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 [bad word] is equally dope 
 You wont believe the kind of [bad word] [bad word] 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 
 He often gets [bad word] on his 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 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 [bad word] [bad word] with, 
 The kids that he signed? 
 Ridiculous, without even trying, 
 How do they do it?! 
 [bad word]  
 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! 
 [Outro - Mike Shinoda] 
 Yeah! Fort Minor 
 M. Shinoda - Styles of Beyond 
 Ryu! Takbir! Machine Shop!