Capo 3rd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

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)

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 the story - making sure his clique stays up

 That means when he puts it down Tak's picking 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 them star struck

Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact

 That many misjudge him because he makes a living from writing raps

Put it together himself, now the picture connects

 Never asking for someone's help, or 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 that 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 had the stupidest verse?

 This dude is the truth, now everybody's giving him guest spots

 His stock's through the roof I heard he's 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, he's sick And he's spitting fire

 And mike got him out the dryer he's hot Found him in Fort Minor with Tak

 What a fuckin' 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 wont believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat

Verse 5

(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 do and give a hundred percent

Verse 6

(Mike)

 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, The kids that he signed?

 Ridiculous, without even trying, How did he 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!