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Remember the Name - Fort Minor/Styles of Beyond
Lyrics by：Mike Shinoda/Ryan Maginn/Tak
Composed by：Mike Shinoda/Ryan Maginn/Tak
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 c'mon
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*** 'em 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 hell is he anyway
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status
But still leavin' them starstruck
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
But 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 he'd be the one
To set the west in flames
Then I heard him wreck it with
The Crystal Method
Name of the Game
Came back dropped Megadef
Took 'em to church
I like Bleach man
Ryu had the stupidest verse
This dude is the truth
Now everybody givin' him guest spots
His stock's through the roof
I heard he f****** 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
What a f****** nihilist porcupine
He's a prick he's a cock
The type women want to be with
And rappers hope he gets 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 f*** is equally d**e
You won't believe the kind of f***
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
Got him rockin' the booth
He'll get you buzzin' quicker than
A shot of vodka with juice 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 mother ******s 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
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Styles of Beyond
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