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 Sh