RemembertheName(feat.StylesofBeyond)

Remember the Name (feat. Styles of Beyond) - Fort Minor/Styles of Beyond

Lyricist：Takbir Bashir/Ryan Maginn/Mike Shinoda

Composer：Takbir Bashir/Ryan Maginn/Mike Shinoda

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 a story making sure his clique stays up

That means when he puts it down

Tak's pickin' it up let's go

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 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 beer

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

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 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 the sick

And he's spittin' 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 c**k

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