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Yeah!
For those of you that want to know what we're all about, let's get ya!
10 % luck, 20 % skill, 15 % concentrated power of will, 5 %
pleasure, 50 % pain, and 100 % reason to remember the name.
He doesn't need his name up in life. 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
that some people still think that they know him. But fuck him. He knows the
code. It's not about the salary.
It's all about reality.
And making some noise. Making stories.
Making sure his click stays up. That means when he puts it down. Top picking
up. Let's go. Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talked much. Never concerned with status. But still even in
truck. Humble through opportunities.
We'll be right back.
Like bleach, man. Why you had the stupidest birth as soon as it's true?
everybody giving them guest spots. The stock's through the roof. I heard he's
fucking with that guy.
10 % luck.
20 % skill. 15 % concentrated power of will. 5 % pleasure.
50 % pain. And 100 % reason to remember the name.
They call him Ryan Dick and he's spitting fire and might. Got him out the
he's hot. Found him in Fort Minor with Tops. What a fucking nihilist.
Porcupine, he's a prick. He's a cockpit type. Women wanna... be with them
rappers hoping it's got eight years in the making patiently waiting to blow now
the record wishing notice taking over the globe he's got a partner in crime
shit is equally dope you won't believe the kind of shit that comes out of this
kid's throat
He's not your everyday on the block. He knows how to work with what he's got,
making his way to the top. He often gets a comment on his name. People keep
asking him, was it given that poster doesn't stand for an act with him? No,
living proof. Let him rock in the booth. He'll get you wasn't quicker than a
shot of vodka with you. Giving this girl no no round is 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.
Ridiculous. Without even trying, how do they do it? 10 % luck, 40 % skill, 15
% concentrated power of will, 5 % pleasure, 50 % pain, and 100 % reason to
remember the name.
10 % luck, 20 % skill, 15 % concentrated power of will, 5 %
pleasure, 50 % pain, and 100 % reason to remember the name.
Fort Minor, F. Shinoda.
the beyond.
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