Remember The Name - Various Artists

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**k em he knows the code

It's not about the salary

It's all about reality and making some noise

Making the story

Making sure his clique stays up

That means when he puts it down

Tak's picking it up Let's go

Who the hell is he anyway

He never really talks much

Never concerned with status

But still leaving them star struck

Humbled through opportunities

Given despite the fact

That many misjudge him

Because he makes a living from writing raps

Put it together himself

Now the picture connects

Never asking for someone's help

Or 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 fear

Be a 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 wreck it

With The Crystal Method "Name Of The Game"

Came back dropped Megadef

Took em to church

I like bleach man

Why you had the stupidest verse

This dude is the truth

Now everybody's giving him guest spots

His stock's through the roof

I heard he's f**kin' 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 he's sick

And he's spitting fire

And mike got him out the dryer he's hot

Found him in Fort Minor with Tak

What a f**kin' nihilist 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 making

Patiently waiting to blow

Now the record

With Shinoda's taking over the globe

He's got a partner in crime

His sh*t is equally d**e

You won't believe the kind of sh*t

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

Making 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 living proof got him rocking the booth

He'll get you buzzing quicker

Than a shot of vodka with juice

Him and his crew are known

Around as one of the best

Dedicated to what they do

And 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 motherf**kers he runs with

The kids that he signed

Ridiculous without even trying

How did he 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 Machine Shop