You ready?Let's go!Yeah
For those of you who want to know what we're all aboutIt's like this y'all
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skillFifteen percent concentrated power of willFive percent pleasure, fifty percent painAnd a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
He doesn't need his name up in lightsHe just wants to be heard whether it's the beat of the micHe feels so unlike everybody else, aloneIn spite of the fact people still think that they know him
But fuck them, he knows the codeIt's not about the salaryIt's all about reality and making some noiseMakin' the story, makin' sure the clique stays upThat means when he put it down, Tak's pickin' it up!
Who the hell is he anyway?He never really talks muchUnconcerned with status (but still leavin' them star struck)
Humbled through opportunities given to him despite the factThat many misjudge himHe makes a livin' from writin' raps
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 reachAnd now it all unfolds, the skill of an artist
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skillFifteen percent concentrated power of willFive percent pleasure, fifty percent painAnd a hundred percent reason to remember the name
He's not your everyday on the blockHe knows how to work with what he's gotMakin' his way to the top
He often get a comment on his namePeople keep askin' him was it given at birthOr does it stand for an acronym?
He's living proof, Got him rockin' the boothHe'll get you buzzin' quicker than a shot of vodka with juiceHim and his crew are known around as one of the bestDedicated to what they doin', givin' a hundred percent
Nobody really knows how or why he works so hardIt seems like he's never got timeBecause he writes every note and he writes every lineAnd 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 timeBefore he even touches a key or speaks in a rhymeThose motherfuckers he runs with, with the kids that he signedRidiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?
Eight years in the makin', waiting to blowNow the record with the Virgins takin' over the globeHe's got a partner in crime, his shit is equally dopeYou won't believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skillFifteen percent concentrated power of willFive percent pleasure, fifty percent painAnd a hundred percent reason to remember the name
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skillFifteen percent concentrated power of willFive percent pleasure, fifty percent painAnd a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
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