Fort Minor

You ready?
Let’s go
Yeah
For those of you who wanna know what we’re all about
Its like this y’all
10\% luck
20\% skill
15\% concentrated power of will
5\% pleasure
50\% pain
and 100\% 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 every body 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 pickin it up
Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status
But still leavin’ ’em starstruck
Humbled through oppurtunities
Givin despite the fact
That many misjudge him
Because he makes a living from writing raps
Put it together himself
And the picture connects
Never askin for someones’ help, or to get some respect
His only focus is what he wrote
His will is beyond reach
And now it all unfolds
The skill of an artist
This is 20\% skill
80\% beer
Be 100\% clear
’cuz Ryu is ill
Who woulda thought he’d be the one to set the west in flames
I heard him record with the Crystal Method name of the game
Came back dropped megadef, took ’em to church
I like bleach man
Ryu had the stupidest verse
This dude is the truth
Now everybody’s givin’ him guest spots
The stock through the roof
I heard he’s fuckin with s-dot!
10\% luck
20\% skill
15\% concentrated power of will