C'mon, what up Mike, how this for $#&@ing remix right, you got it, yeah, Fort Minor, you ready, ok. Ladies and gentlemen, for those of you that wanna know what we're really all about.Still like this

[Chorus:]

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!

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 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 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 it all unfolds, the skill of an artist


This is twenty percent skill
Eighty percent beer

Be a 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 wreck it with The Crystal Method, "Name Of The Game"

Came back dropped Megadef, took em to church
I like bleach man, why you had the stupidest verse?
This dude is the truth, now everybody's giving him guest spots

His stock's through the roof I heard he's $#&@in' with S. Dot!

[Chorus]


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 Tak
What a $#&@in' nihilist porcupine

He's a prick, he's a @@#!
The type woman want to be with, and rappers hope he get shot
Eight years in the making, patiently waiting to blow

Now the record with Shinoda's takin over the globe
He's got a partner in crime, his %#@! is equally dope
You wont 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

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, 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 do and 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 mother$#&@ers he runs with,
The kids that he signed?
Ridiculous, without even trying,

How do they do it?!

[Chorus x2]


[Outro: Mike Shinoda:]
Yeah, Mike Shinoda, Fort Minor
Machine Shop, Green Lantern.