Remember The Name

You ready? Let's go

Yeah, for those of you that

wanna 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 **** 'em he knows the code

It's not about the salary

it's all about reality and making some noise

Making a story, making sure his clique stays up

That means when he puts it down

Tak's pickin' it up, let's go

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 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,

or to get some respect

He's only focused on what he wrote,

his will is beyond reach

And now it all unfolds,

the skill of an artist

This is twenty percent skill,

eighty percent beer

Be a hundred percent clear 'cause Ryu is ill

Who would've thought that he'd be

the one to set the west in flames?

Then heard him wreckin' with

the Crystal Method, Name of The Game

Came back dropped Megadef,

took 'em to church

I'm like 'bleach, man,

Ryu have the stupidest verse?

This dude is the truth,

now everybody be givin' him guest spots

His stock's through the roof

I heard he ******' with S-dot

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 spittin' fire and Mike

Got him out the dryer he's hot

found him in Fort Minor with Tak

What a ****** nihilist porcupine he's a *****,

he's a ****

The type women want to be with

and rappers hope he get shot

Eight years in the makin' patiently waitin' to blow

Now the record with

Shinoda's takin' over the globe

He's got a partner in crime,

his **** is equally ****

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

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

Makin' his way to the top

He often gets a comment on his name

People keep asking him was it given at birth

Or does it stand for an acronym?

No, he's livin' proof that he 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 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

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 ************* he runs with,

the kids that he signed

Ridiculous, without even trying, how did 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

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