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Fort Minor - We Major (Mixtape),
Green Lantern:
Come on! What up, Mike?
Mike:
Yeah, how's this for a fucking remix, right?
Green Lantern:
You got it, Fort Minor
Mike:
Yeah, you ready? Ok.
Ladies and gentlemen
For those of you that want to know what we're really all about
Let's do it like this, come on!
It's just ten percent luck,
Twenty percent skill,
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will,
Five percent pleasure,
Fifty perecent pain,
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
Green Lantern: This is the remix!
Mike:
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 fuck em', he knows the code: it's not about the salary
It's all about reality and making 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!
Tak:
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 cause 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
Ryu:
It's just 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, ŤThe Name Of The Gameť
Came back dropped Megadef, took 'em to church
I like ŤBleachť man, Ryu had the stupidest verse
This dude is the truth, now everybody be givin him guest spots
His stock's through the roof I heard he fuckin with S-Dot
It's just ten percent luck,
Twenty percent skill,
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will,
Five percent pleasure,
Fifty perecent pain,
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name
Ryu:
They call him Ryu the sick and he's spittin fire with Mike
Got him out the dryer he's hot, found him in Fort Minor with Tak
Been a fuckin annihilist porcupine, he's a prick, he's a cock
The type women want to be with then rappers hope he get shot
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 shit is equally dope
You won't believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat
Tak:
Tak, he's not your everyday on the block
He knows how to work with what's he got makin' his way to the top
People think its a common owner's name
People keep askin' 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 do and give a hundred percent
Mike:
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 motherfuckers he runs with, the kids that he signed?
Ridiculous, without even trying, how did they do it?
It's just ten percent luck,
Twenty percent skill,
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will,
Five percent pleasure,
Fifty perecent 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 perecent pain,
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name
Yeah, Mike Shinoda, Fort Minor, Machine Shop, Green Lantern