Version|Fort Minor - Remember the Name (Instrumental Version|Explicit)
Written by:Takbir Bashir、Ryan Maginn、Mike Shinoda
Composed by:Takbir Bashir、Ryan Maginn、Mike Shinoda
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 come on
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
Mike
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 them he knows the code
It's not about the salary
It's all about reality
And making some noise
Making the story making sure
His clique stays up
That means when he puts it down
Tak's picking it up
Let's go
Who the heck is he anyway
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status
But still leaving them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact
That many misjudge him
Because he makes a living from writing raps
Put it together himself
Now the picture connects
Never asking 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 twenty percent skill
Eighty percent fear
Be a hundred percent clear
'Cause ryu is ill
Who would've thought he'd be the one
To set the west in flames
And I heard him wrecking
With the crystal method
Name of the game
Came back dropped Megadef
Took them to church
I'm like 'Bleach
Man
Why you have the stupidest verse
This dude is the truth
Now everybody giving him guest spots
His stock's through the roof
I heard he's f**king with sdot
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 the sick
And he's spitting fire and mike
Got him out the dryer he's hot
Found him in fort minor with tak
He's a f**king nihilist porcupine
He's a prick he's a c**k
The type women wanna be with
And rappers hope he gets shot
Eight years in the making patiently
Waiting to blow
Now the record with shinoda's
Taking over the globe
He's got a partner in crime
His s**t is equally dope
You won't believe the kind of s**t
That comes out of this kid's throat
Tak
He's not your everyday on the block
He knows how to work with what he's got
Making his way to the top
People think it's a common owners name
People keep asking him
Was it given at birth
Or does it stand for an acronym
No
He's living proof
Got him rocking the booth
He'll get you buzzing quicker
Than a shot of vodka with juice
Him and his crew are known around
As one of the best
Dedicated to what they doing
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
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 motha f**kas
He runs with the kids
That he signed rediculous
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
Yeah
Fort minor
M shinoda
Styles of Beyond
Ryu
Takbir
Machine shop