( Chords ) ( Shapes ) ( Capo 3rd )Chord - E A D G B E | E A D G B E | E A D G B E |
Cm - X 3 5 5 4 3 | X 3 5 5 4 3 | X 0 2 2 1 0 |
Ab - 4 6 6 5 4 4 | 4 6 6 5 4 4 |(1)3 3 2 1(1)|
Cm - Cm - Ab - Bb
Chorus: Cm
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Ab Bb
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Cm
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
Ab Bb
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
Verse 1:(Mike)Cm
He doesn't need his name up in lights
Ab Bb
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
Cm
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
Ab Bb
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
Cm
But fuck em, he knows the code It's not about the salary
Ab Bb
It's all about reality and making some noise
Cm
Making the story - making sure his clique stays up
Ab Bb
That means when he puts it down Tak's picking it up! Let's go!
Verse 2:(Tak) Cm
Who the hell is he anyway? He never really talks much
Ab Bb
Never concerned with status but still leaving them star struck
Cm
Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact
Ab Bb
That many misjudge him because he makes a living from writing raps
Cm
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Ab Bb
Never asking for someone's help, or to get some respect
Cm
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
Ab Bb
And now it all unfolds, the skill of an artist
Verse 3:(Ryu) Cm
This is twenty percent skill Eighty percent beer
Ab Bb
Be a hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill
Cm
Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames
Ab Bb
And I heard him wreck it with The Crystal Method, "Name Of The Game"
Cm
Came back dropped Megadef, took em to church
Ab Bb
I like bleach man, why you had the stupidest verse?
Cm
This dude is the truth, now everybody's giving him guest spots
Ab Bb
His stock's through the roof I heard he's fuckin' with S. Dot!
Chorus: Cm
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Ab Bb
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Cm
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
Ab Bb
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
Verse 4:(Ryu) Cm
They call him Ryu, he's sick And he's spitting fire
Ab Bb
And mike got him out the dryer he's hot Found him in Fort Minor with Tak
Cm
What a fuckin' nihilist porcupine He's a prick, he's a cock
Ab Bb
The type woman want to be with, and rappers hope he get shot
Cm
Eight years in the making, patiently waiting to blow
Ab Bb
Now the record with Shinoda's taking over the globe
Cm
He's got a partner in crime, his shit is equally dope
Ab Bb
You wont believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat
Verse 5:(Tak)Cm
He's not your everyday on the block
Ab Bb
He knows how to work with what he's got Making his way to the top
Cm
He often gets a comment on his name
Ab Bb
People keep asking him was it given at birth or does it stand for an acronym?
Cm
No he's living proof, got him rocking the booth
Ab Bb
He'll get you buzzing quicker than a shot of vodka with juice
Cm
Him and his crew are known around as one of the best
Ab Bb
Dedicated to what they do and give a hundred percent
Verse 6:(Mike) Cm Ab
Forget Mike, Nobody really knows how or why he works so hard
Bb
It seems like he's never got time
Cm
Because he writes every note and he writes every line
Ab Bb
And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind
Cm
It's like a design is written in his head every time
Ab Bb
Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme
Cm
And those motherfuckers he runs with, The kids that he signed?
Ab Bb
Ridiculous, without even trying, How did he do it?!
Chorus: Cm
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Ab Bb
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Cm
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
Ab Bb
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
Cm
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Ab Bb
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Cm
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
Ab Bb
