You ready? Let's go! Yeah! For those of you that want to know what we're all about, it's like this, y'all, come on! This is 10% luck, 20% skill, 15% concentrated power of will, 5% pleasure, 50% passion, and 100% reason to remember the name of life. He doesn't need his name up in lights, he just wants to be heard. Whether it's the beat of the mic, he feels so unlike everybody else, alone, in spite of the fact that some people still think that they know, but no, he knows the code. It's not about the salary, it's all about reality, and making some noise, making a story, making sure his click stays up. That means when he puts it down, Tox is picking it up. Let's go! He never really talks much, never concerned with status, but still leaving him starstruck. Humble through opportunities given, despite the fact that many misjudge him, cause he makes a living from writing raps. Put it together himself, now the picture connects. Never asking for someone's help, but to give 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. This is 20% skill, 80% gear, be 100% clear, cause Ryu is ill. Who would've thought 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 Megadeth, took him to church, I like bleach, man. Ryu had the stupidest verse, this dude is the truth. Now everybody giving him guest spots, and stocks through the roof. I heard he f***ing with S.D.O.C. This is 10% luck, 20% skill, 15% concentrated power of will, 5% pleasure, 50% pain, and 100% reason to remember the name. 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 Top, what a f***ing nihilist porcupine. He's a b***h, he's a c*** that tight. Women wanna be with him, rappers hope he gets s***. Eight years in the making, patiently waiting to blow. Now the record, wish you'd noticed, taking over the globe. He's got a partner in crime, his s*** is equally dope. You won't believe the kind of s*** that comes out of this kid's throat top. 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, put a rock in 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 100%. 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 nightlight goes on in his mind. It's like a design that's written in his head every time. Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme. And those other fellas he runs with, the kids that he's signed. Ridiculous, without even trying. How do they do it? This is 10% luck, 20% skill. 15% concentrated power of will. 5% pleasure, 50% pain. And 100% reason to remember the name. This is 10% luck, 20% skill. 15% concentrated power of will. 5% pleasure, 50% pain. And 100% reason to remember the name. Fort Minor. M. Shinoda. Styles of Beyond. Ryu. Takbir. Machine Shop. M. Shinoda.