Songwriters:Takbir Bashir, Ryan Maginn, Mike Shinoda
Producer:Mike Shinoda
Singers:Takbir Bashir, Ryan Maginn, Mike Shinoda
Directed:Kimo Proudfoot.
Label Warner Bros., Machine Shop
Lyrics - Στίχοι:
[Intro]
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!)
[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
[Verse 1: Mike Shinoda]
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 a story, making sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down, Tak's pickin' it up, let's go
[Verse 2: Tak]
Who the hell is he, anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status
But still leaving 'em star-struck
Humbled through opportunities
Given despite the fact
That many misjudge him
'Cause he makes a living from writing raps
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never asking for someone's help, 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
[Verse 3: Ryu]
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
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 have the stupidest verse?
This dude is the truth, now, everybody givin' him guest spots
His stock's through the roof, I heard he fuckin' 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
[Verse 4: Ryu]
They call him Ryu the Sick
And he's spittin' fire with Mike
Got him out the dryer, he's hot
Found him in Fort Minor with Tak
Been a fucking nihilist 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 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
[Verse 5: Tak]
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 doing, give a hundred percent
[Verse 6: Mike Shinoda]
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 trying, how do they do it?
[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
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]
Yeah! Fort Minor
M. Shinoda, Styles of Beyond
Ryu! Takbir! Machine Shop!
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