Remember The Name (Amended Version) Lyrics

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 onThis 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 nameMike, 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 himBut 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 goWho 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' rapsPut 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 artistThis 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 gameCame 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-dotThis 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 nameThey 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 rotEight 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 throatTak, 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 percentForget 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 mindIt'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 nameThis 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 nameYeah, Fort Minor, M. Shinoda
Styles of Beyond, Ryu, Takbir
Machine Shop
Songwriters
SHINODA, MIKE / MAGINN, MATTHEW RYAN / BASHIR, TAKBIR KHALIDPublished by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group