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Fort Minor - Remember The Name
| Intro: |
| You ready lets go yeah |
| For those of you that want |
| to know what we're all about |
| It's like this y'all (c'mon!) |
| Chorus: |
| 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 fuck 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! 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 |
| 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 |
| It's just twenty percent skill eighty percent fear |
| Be one hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill |
| Who would've thought that he'd be |
| the one to set the west in flames |
| And I heard him wreckin with The Crystal Method, |
| "Name Of The Game" |
| Came back dropped Megadef, took em to church |
| I like bleach man, why you 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 fuckin 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 with Mike |
| Got him out the dryer he's hot found him |
| in Fort Minor with Tak |
| Been a fuckin annihilist porcupine he's a prick, he's a cock |
| The type woman 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 shit is equally dope |
| You wont believe the kind of shit 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 |
| People think its 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 |
| 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 motherfuckers he runs with, |
| those kids that he signed? |
| Ridiculous, 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! |
| x2 |
| Bridge: |
| x4 |
| Yeah! Fort Minor M. Shinoda - Styles of Beyond |
| Ryu! Takbir! Machine Shop! |
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