Remember The Name

You ready

Let's go

Yeah!

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 the 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 leavin them star struck

Humbled through opportunities given to him 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 when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist

It's just twenty percent skill

Eighty percent fear

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

And I heard him wreckin 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 be givin him guest spots

His stock's through the roof I heard he fuckin 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 reasons

To remember the name

Yeah! Fort minor

M. Shinoda - styles of beyond

Ryu! Makbir! machine shop!