Fort Minor - Remember the Name

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! 

[Chorus] 

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?! 

[Chorus - repeat 2x] 

[Outro - Mike Shinoda] 

Yeah! Fort Minor 

M. Shinoda - Styles of Beyond 

Ryu! Takbir! Machine Shop!