Fort Minor – Remember The Name Lyrics

Produced By: Mike Shinoda
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[Hook]
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


[Verse 1: Mike Shinoda]
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' a story,
makin' sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down, Tak's pickin it up, let's go

[Verse 2: Tak]
Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much

Never concerned with status but still leavin' 'em star struck
Humbled through opportunities given 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 it all unfolds, the skill of an artist

[Verse 3: Ryu]
This 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 wreck it 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 givi'n him guest spots
His stock's through the roof, I heard he fuckin' with S. Dot!

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Ryu]
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' 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 won't believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat

[Verse 5: 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
Him and his crew are known around as one of the best
Dedicated to what they doin', give a hundred percent

[Verse 6: Mike Shinoda]
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?

[Hook x2]

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