You ready? Let's go! Yeah For those of you who want to know what we're all about It's like this y'all 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! He doesn't need his name up in lights He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat of the mic He feels so unlike everybody else, alone In spite of the fact people still think that they know him But fuck them, he knows the code It's not about the salary It's all about reality and making some noise Makin' the story, makin' sure the clique stays up That means when he put it down, Tak's pickin' it up! Who the hell is he anyway? He never really talks much Unconcerned with status (but still leavin' them star struck) Humbled through opportunities given to him despite the fact That many misjudge him He makes a livin' from writin' raps (Now put it together) 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 it all unfolds, the skill of an artist 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 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 get a comment on his name People keep askin' him was it given at birth Or does it stand for an acronym? (No) He's living 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 doin', givin' a hundred percent 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 Those motherfuckers he runs with, with the kids that he signed Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it? Eight years in the makin', waiting to blow Now the record with the Virgins 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 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!