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Fort Minor - Remember The NameEdited by JamesxuYou ready? Let's go!Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all aboutIt's like this y'all (c'mon!)This is ten percent luckTwenty percent skillFifteen percent concentrated power of willFive percent pleasureFifty percent painAnd a hundred percent reason to remember the nameMikeHe doesn't need his name up in lightsHe just wants to be heard whether it'伍念s the beat or the micHe feels so unlike everybody else, aloneIn spite of the fact that some people still think that they know himBut fuck em'He knows the codeIt's not about the salaryIt's all about reality and makin' some noiseMakin' the storyMakin' sure his clique stays upThat means when he puts it down Tak's pickin'腔喊困 it up(Let's go!)Who the hell is he anyway?He never really talks muchNever concerned with status but still leavin' them star struckHumbled through opportunities given to him despite the factThat many misjudge him because he makes a livin' from writin rapsPut it together himself, now the picture connectsNever askin for someone's help, to get some respectHe's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reachAnd now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artistThis is twenty percent skillEighty percent fearBe a hundred percent clear 'cause Ryu is illWho would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flamesAnd I heard him wreckin' with The Crystal Method,Name Of The GameCame back dropped Megadef, took '渗掘em to churchI like 'bleach, man, why you have the stupidest verse?This dude is the truth, now everybody be givin' him guest spotsHis stock's through the roof I heard he fuckin' with S-Dot!This is ten percent luckTwenty percent skillFifteen percent concentrated power of willFive percent pleasureFifty percent painAnd a hundred percent reason to remember the nameThey call him Ryu, he’s sickAnd he’s spittin fire with MikeGot him out the dryer he's hotFound him in Fort Minor with TakWhat a fuckin’ nihilist porcupineHe's a prick, he's a cockThe type women want to be withAnd rappers hope he get shotEight years in the makin'Patiently waitin to blowNow the record with Shinoda's 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 throatTakHe's not your everyday on the blockHe knows how to work with what he's gotMakin' his way to the topHe often gets a comment on his namePeople keep askin him was it given at birthOr does it stand for an acronym?No, he's livin' proofGot 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 do and give a hundred percentForget MikeNobody 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 mindIt’s like a design is written in his head every timeBefore he even touches a key or speaks in a rhymeAnd those motherfuckers he runs with, those kids that he signedRidiculous, without even tryin', how do they do it?This is ten percent luckTwenty percent skillFifteen percent concentrated power of willFive percent pleasureFifty percent painAnd a hundred percent reason to remember the nameThis is ten percent luckTwenty percent skillFifteen percent concentrated power of willFive percent pleasureFifty percent painAnd a hundred percent reason to remember the nameYeahFort Minor, M. ShinodaStyles of BeyondRyu, TakbirMachine ShopEdited By JamesXu
