No I.D.(feat. Colette Carr)

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 c'mon It's just 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 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 But no, he knows the code, it's not about the salary It's 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 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 to him despite the fact That many misjudge him because he makes a livin' from writing 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 It's just twenty percent skill, eighty percent fear Be one 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 wreckin' with the Crystal Method, name of the game Came back dropped Mega def, took 'em to church I'm like, bleach, man, why you have the stupidest verse This dude is the truth, now everybody be givin' him guest spots His stock's through the roof I heard with S-dot It's just 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 They call him Ryu the sick and he's spitting fire at Mike Got him out the dryer he's hot found him in fort minor with Tak Been an nihilist porcupine, he's a, he's a The type woman want to be with and rappers hope he get Eight years in the makin', patiently waitin' to blow Now the record with Shinoda's takin' over the globe He's got a partner in crime his is equally dope You won't believe the kind of 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 Makin' his way to the top, people think it's a common owners name People keep asking him was it given at birth Or does it stand for an acronym No he's livin' proof, got him rockin' the booth He'll get you buzzin' 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 hundred percent 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 are the fellows, he runs with, those kids that he signed Ridiculous, without even tryin', how do they do it It's just 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 It's just 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. Shinoda Styles of Beyond, Ryu, Takbir, Machine Shop