Remember The Name Lyrics - The Rising Tied - 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 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 no, he knows the code 

It's not about the salary it's all about reality and makin' 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 heck 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, 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 wreckin' with the crystal method, name of the game 

Came back dropped Megadef, took 'em to church 

I'm like 'bleach, man, why you have the stupidest verse? 

This dude is the truth, now everybody givin' him guest spots 

His stock's through the roof I heard he messin 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 an' mike 

Got him out the dryer he's hot found him in Fort Minor with Tak 

A stupid annihilist porcupine he's a piece of a rock 

The type women want to be with and rappers hope he doesn't rot 

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 stuff is equally wrote 

You wont believe the kind of words 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 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 can of wodka 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 stupid people he runs with, those kids that he signed 

Ridiculous, without even tryin', 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 

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