Fort Minor - Remember the Name (instrumental) lyrics

You ready? Lets go! Yeah! For those of you that wanna know what were all about Its like this y'all, come on! This is 10% luck, 20% sk** 15% concentrated power of will 5% pleasure, 50% pain And 100% 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** '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! 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 because he makes a nickel 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 sk** of an artist This is just 20% sk** 80% fear Be a 100% percent clear 'cause Ryu is ill Who would've thought he'd be the one that set the West in flames Then I heard him wreck it with The Crystal Method "Name Of The Game" Came back, dropped Megad**h; took em to church I like "Bleach" man, Ryu had the stupidest verse This dude is the truth, now everybody's givin' him guest spots His stock is through the roof; I heard he's f**in' with S-dot This is 10% luck, 20% sk** 15% concentrated power of will 5% pleasure, 50% pain And 100% 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 Been a f**in' annihilist porcupine He's a prick; he's a co*k The type woman want to be with, and rappers hope he gets shot Eight years in the makin', patiently waitin' to blow Now the record with Shinoda's taking over the globe He's got a partner in crime; his sh** is equally dope You won't believe the kind of sh** that comes out of this kid's throat (Tak) He's not your every day 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 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 100% Forget Mike Nobody really know 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**ers he runs with, those kids that he signed Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it This is 10% luck, 20% sk** 15% concentrated power of will 5% pleasure, 50% pain And 100% reason to remember the name This is 10% luck, 20% sk** 15% concentrated power of will 5% pleasure, 50% pain And 100% reason to remember the name Yeah, Fort Minor M. Shinoda Styles Of Beyond Ryu Takbir Machine Shop