Remember the Name (feat. Styles of Beyond)

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% pain And a 100% reason To remember the name Mike! He doesn't need his name up in lights He just wants to be heard Whether it's the beat or the mike He feels so unlike Everybody else, alone In spite of the fact That some people still think That they know him But fuck them 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! 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 to him 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 when it all unfolds The skill of an artist It's just 20% skill 80% beer Be 100% clear Because Ryu is ill Who would've thought that He'd be the one to set the west in flames And I heard him wrecking with The Crystal Method's 'Name of the Game' Came back dropped Megadef Took them to church I like 'Bleach' man Ryu had the stupidest This dude is the truth Now everybody be giving him guest spots His stock's through the roof I heard he fucking with S Dot This is 10% luck 20% skill 15% concentrated power of will 5% pleasure 50% pain And a 100% reason To remember the name They call him Ryu the Sick And he's spitting fire with Mike Got him out the dryer he's hot Found him in Fort Minor with Tak Been a fucking an nihilist porcupine He's a prick, he's a cock The type woman want to be with And rappers hope he get shot 8 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 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 People think its a common owners 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 doing Give a 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 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 mother fuckers he runs with Those kids that he 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 a 100% reason To remember the name