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"To all the dumb ass people out there this is a pre-order only
Which mean..."
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"To all the dumb ass people out there this is a pre-order only
Which means it won't be in stores"
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VikingsFreak94 favorited a video
(2 days ago)
No copyright intended. (This is a video ABOUT the song)
[Mike]
You ready?...
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No copyright intended. (This is a video ABOUT the song)
[Mike]
You ready? Lets go!
Yeah, for those of you who want to know what we`re all about
It`s like this y`all (c`mon!)
[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]
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 about reality and making some noise
Makin' a 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 mis judge him because he makes a livin from writin raps
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never askin for someone`s help, and 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]
This is 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
Then I heard him wreckin with The Crystal Method, "The Name Of The Game"
Came back dropped Megadef, took 'em to church
I like bleach man, Ryu had the stupidest verse
This dude is the truth, now everybody givin him guest spots
His stock`s through the roof I heard he fuckin with S-Dot!
[Chorus]
It`s just ten percent luck,
Twenty percent skill,
Fiftteen percent concentrated power of will,
Five percent pleasure,
Fifty percent pain,
And a hundred perecnt reason to remember the name!
[Ryu]
They call him Ryu he's sick
And he`s spittin' fire and Mike
Got him out the dryer he`s hot
Found him in Fort Minor with Tak
What a fuckin' nihilist porcupine
He`s a prick, he`s a cock
The type woman want to be with
And 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 wont 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 he's got
Makin his way to the top
He often gets a comment on his 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 (juice)
Him and his crew are known around as one of the best
Dedicated to what they do n 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 do they do it?!
[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!
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!
[Outro - Mike]
Yeah! Fort Minor!
M. Shinoda, Styles of Beyond!
Ryu, Takbir!
Machine Shop!
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VikingsFreak94 favorited a video
(2 days ago)
LYRICS HERE! :
* [Chorus]
We ready(what, what)
We ready(what, what)
We ready...
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LYRICS HERE! :
* [Chorus]
We ready(what, what)
We ready(what, what)
We ready(we ready, we ready)
For y'alllll(come on, we ready, come on)
We ready(we ready for)
We ready(we ready for)
We ready(we ready for)
For y'all(we ready, we ready)
[Verse 1]
Ain't no question 'bout, who the best
Macy gon' lay the track and Archie come to do the rest
Step in the way, multiple shots are
goin through your chest
You must have called Pastor Troy cuz boy, you is blessed
And I'ma take him out the game y'all
It ain't no thang y'all
You wanna buck I'll rip you up like a chainsaw
The game's raw, boy, please believe it
Keep your bible with you cause you gonna be needin Jesus
Fiendin for chart-toppin hits
And Archie ain't gonna stop droppin shit
I'ma make a million dollars then stand on the top of it
Rockin it, until the day I die in this game
Archie with the Phat Boy addin the fire to the fame
[Chorus]
We ready(what, what)
We ready(what, what)
We ready(we ready, we ready)
For y'alllll(come on, we ready, come on)
We ready(we ready for)
We ready(we ready for)
We ready(we ready for)
For y'all(we ready, we ready) [ x2 ]
[Verse 2]
A-T-L we bout that head bustin, we leave you dead cousin
Whassup, huh bitch nigga, you said somethin
If you ready why you stumblin to the floor, huh?
If you ready why you stutterin "I ain't drunk"
I'ma show em why they call us dirty
There is no mercy for playa haters cause he ain't worthy
Heard of me then, "Hell naw" before,
bet you done heard of me now
Atlanta, Georgia where the dirty be found
See I done did this since my younger days
Only 16 but my pocket's never underage
So let's get paid, cause I stay ready for it, please
And you is crazy if you think you
ready for me, so who ready
[Chorus]
We ready(what, what)
We ready(what, what)
We ready(we ready, we ready)
For y'alllll(come on, we ready, come on)
We ready(we ready for)
We ready(we ready for)
We ready(we ready for)
For y'all(we ready, we ready) [ x2 ]
[Verse 3]
You ain't ready for us, cause you ain't ready for me
Courtney B chop and knock a nigga down to his knees
Stay as crunk as can be
Who keeps it crunker than we
Nobody that's why we comin throwin bows and them knees
See our foes and they freeze
They be some suckas at heart
We ready for what you bringin so we bust ya apart
You bustas ain't hard, stack em up and knockin em down
Another cop in the ground, boy, who stoppin me now
Choppin em down, see how quick you drop to the ground
Playin to be raw with ya ball likes to knock you around
I done twisted up the game, there's a knot in it now
And if you didn't see it comin, Phat Boy lockin it down
[Chorus]
We ready(what, what)
We ready(what, what)
We ready(we ready, we ready)
For y'alllll(come on, we ready, come on)
We ready(we ready for)
We ready(we ready for)
We ready(we ready for)
For y'all(we ready, we ready) [ x2 ]
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Comment if there are any mistakes... ^___^
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VikingsFreak94 favorited a video
(2 days ago)
Download Link: http://hulkshare....
I remade this instrumental because th...
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Download Link: http://hulkshare....
I remade this instrumental because there wasnt a decent one on youtube. feel free to use it and show me how you have used it after. enjoy!!!!
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SWAG"
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