Fort Minor - Remember The Name Lyrics

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[Mike] 
You ready? Lets go! 
Yeah, for those of you who 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] 
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 about reality and making some noise 
Makin' a story 
Makin sure his clique stays up 
That means when he puts it down, Tak`s pickin it up! 
(Let`s go!) 

[Tak] 
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 despite the fact 
That many mis judge him because he makes a livin from writin raps 
Put it together himself, now the picture connects 
Never askin for someone`s help, and 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 

[Ryu] 
This is twenty percent skill 
Eighty percent beer 
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 
Then I heard him wreckin with The Crystal Method, "The 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 fuckin with S-Dot! 

[Chorus] 
It`s just ten percent luck, 
Twenty percent skill, 
Fiftteen percent concentrated power of will, 
Five percent pleasure, 
Fifty percent pain, 
And a hundred perecnt reason to remember the name! 

[Ryu] 
They call him Ryu he's sick 
And he`s spittin' fire and Mike 
Got him out the dryer he`s hot 
Found him in Fort Minor with Tak 
What a fuckin' 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 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] 
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 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 (juice) 
Him and his crew are known around as one of the best 
Dedicated to what they do n give a hundred percent! 

[Mike] 
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 the kids that he signed? 
Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?! 

[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! 

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! 

[Outro - Mike] 
Yeah! Fort Minor! 
M. Shinoda, Styles of Beyond! 
Ryu, Takbir! 
Machine Shop! 

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lyrics submitted by REVENGER777 on 18-12-2005
lyrics corrected on 17-01-2007