Now the record with Shinoda's takin' over the globe The type woman want to be with and rappers hope he getĮight years in the makin', patiently waitin' to blow Got him out the dryer he's hot found him in fort minor with Takīeen an nihilist porcupine, he's a, he's a They call him Ryu the sick and he's spitting fire at Mike His stock's through the roof I heard with S-dot This dude is the truth, now everybody be givin' him guest spots I'm like, bleach, man, why you have the stupidest verse Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flamesĪnd I heard him wreckin' with the Crystal Method, name of the gameĬame back dropped Mega def, took 'em to church It's just twenty percent skill, eighty percent fearīe one hundred percent clear 'cause Ryu is ill He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reachĪnd now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist Never askin' for someone's help, to get some respect Put it together himself, now the picture connects That many misjudge him because he makes a livin' from writing raps Humbled through opportunities given to him despite the fact Never concerned with status but still leavin' them star struck Who the hell is he anyway? He never really talks much That means when he puts it down Tak's pickin' it up It's about reality and makin' some noise, makin' the story In spite of the fact that some people still think that they knowīut no, he knows the code, it's not about the salary He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic Mike, he doesn't need his name up in lights It's just ten percent luck, twenty percent skillįifteen percent concentrated power of willįive percent pleasure, fifty percent painĪnd a hundred percent reason to remember the name What we're all about, it's like this, y'all c'mon
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