You ready
Let's go

Yeah!

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
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 hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leavin them star struck
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, 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

It's just twenty percent skill
Eighty percent fear
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 have the stupidest verse?
This dude is the truth, now everybody be givin him guest spots
His stock's through the roof I heard he fuckin with s. Dot!

This is ten percent luck
Twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated
Power of will
Five percent pleasure
Fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reasons
To remember the name

Yeah! Fort minor
M. Shinoda - styles of beyond
Ryu! Makbir! machine shop!