Remember The Name lyrics

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!

• Artist:Fort Minor