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