Remember the Name (Explicit)

Lyrics by：Fort Minor

Composed by：Fort Minor

You ready

Let's go

Yeah

For those of you that want to 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 f**k 'em he knows the code

It's not about the salary

It's all about reality and making some noise

Makin the story makin 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 to him despite the fact

That many misjudge him because he makes a livin from writin raps

Put it together himself 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 when 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

People think it's a common owners 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

Him and his crew are known around as one of the best

Dedicated to what they doin give 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

And those motherf**kers he runs with those kids that he signed

Ridiculous without even trying how do they do it

Eight years in the makin patiently waitin to blow

Now the record with the virgins takin over the globe

He's got a partner in crime his sh*t is equally d**e

You won't believe the kind of s**t

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