You ready?! Let's go! Yeah, for those of you that wanna know what we're all about It's like this y'all (c'mon) 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 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 Making a story, making sure his clique stays up That means when he puts it down, Tak's pickin' it up 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 because he makes a livin' 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 Then heard him wreckin' with The Crystal Method, 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 be givin' him guest spots His stock's through the roof; I heard he fuckin' with S-Dot 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 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 women 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 won't believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat He's not your every day 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 asking him was it given at birth Or does it stand for an acronym? No, he's livin' proof that he 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 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? 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
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1.25x speed is good imo
Hell yeah
Okay lemme do that
Fuck yea
Noo
Just listen to the original then u mong
I love how you have a video of a sayain training this is a perfect version for exercise
EPIC VERSION DUDE!!!
Its amazing!
Finally somebody did it
3:56
You ready?! Let's go!
Yeah, for those of you that wanna know what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon)
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 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
Making a story, making sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down, Tak's pickin' it up
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 because he makes a livin' 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
Then heard him wreckin' with The Crystal Method, 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 be givin' him guest spots
His stock's through the roof; I heard he fuckin' with S-Dot
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
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 women 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 won't believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat
He's not your every day 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 asking him was it given at birth
Or does it stand for an acronym?
No, he's livin' proof that he 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
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?
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
Yt music exists
Amazing!!
Thank you!!!!
Amazin✌🏻🥶💨
Love it😊❤
Thank You
This gives me chils 🔥🔥🥶
Perfect
“You’re not brave, men are brave.”
Great bro
NICE🔥
Everyone will remember the name of PRINCE VEGETA
Who?
Vegeta ✌🏾
5600 Puch ups
🔥
Go Vegeta! 💪
Paes im going for you👹👹👹
VEGEETAAAAA
Vegeta looks so funny if u put the song on max speed