RemembertheName

Remember the Name - Fort Minor

Lyrics by：Takbir Bashir/Ryan Maginn/Mike Shinoda

Composed by：Takbir Bashir/Ryan Maginn/Mike Shinoda

Mike Shinoda：

You ready

Let's go

Yeah

For those of you that wanna 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 no he knows the code it's not about the salary

It's all about reality and making some noise

Making a story making sure his clique stays up

That means when he puts it down Tak's picking it up let's go

Tak：

Who the hell is he anyway

He never really talks much

Never concerned with status but still leaving 'em star-struck

Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact

That many misjudge him 'cause he makes a living from writing raps

Put it together himself now the picture connects

Never asking for someone's help

Help

Or to get some respect

'Spect

He's only focused on what he wrote his will is beyond reach

And now it all unfolds to the skill of an artist

Ryu：

This is twenty percent skill

Uh

Eighty percent beer

Be a hundred percent clear 'cause Ryu is ill

Next

Who would've thought he'd be the one to set the west in flames

Then I heard him wreck it with The Crystal Method "Name of the Game"

Uh-huh

Came back dropped "Megadef" took 'em to church

I like "Bleach" man Ryu had the stupidest verse

Ha-ha

This dude is the truth now everybody giving him guest spots

His stock's through the roof I heard he f**king with S. Dot

Mike Shinoda：

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

Ryu：

They call him Ryu the Sick and he's spitting fire with Mike

Got him out the dryer he's hot found him in Fort Minor with Tak

What a f**king nihilist porcupine he's a prick he's a cock

The type women wanna be with and rappers hope he gets shot

Eight years in the making patiently waiting to blow