You ready?
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 **** 'em he knows the code
It's not about the salary
it's all about reality and makin' 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 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
This is twenty percent skill,
eighty percent fear
Be a hundred percent clear 'cause Ryu is ill
Who would've thought 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'm like 'bleach, man,
why you have the stupidest verse?
This dude is the truth,
now everybody givin' him guest spots
His stock's through the roof
I heard he f****n' with S-dot
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
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
Yeah, Fort Minor, M. S*inoda
Styles of Beyond, Ryu, Takbir
Machine Shop
编辑于2023/05/11更新