Remember The Name

Are you ready?

Let's go!

Yeah

For those of you who want to know what were all about

T's like this yall

Come on!

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

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

Its not about the salary, its all about reality

And making some noise

Making a story, making sure your clique stays up

That means when he puts it down

Tak is picking it up

Who the hell is he anyway?

He never really talks much

Never concerned with status

But still leavin' em starstruck

Humble through oppurtunities givin, in spite of the fact

The pet name is

Because he makes a living from writing raps

Put it together himself

Got it picture perfect

Never askin for someones help or to get some respect

His only focus is what he wrote

Even if its beyond reach

And now it'll unfold

To sit up and on seats

Twenty percent skill

Eighty percent fear

Be hundred percent clear

'cause Ryu is ill

Who woulda thought hed 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

Ryu had the stupidest first

This dude is the truth

Now everybodys givin him guest spots

The stock through the roof

I heard hes 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 reason to remember the name

Ryu!

They call him Ryu the sick

And hes spitting fire and light

Got him out the dryer hes hot

Got him in Fort Minor with Tak

Who the fuck, Anile this Porcipine

Hes a prick hes a God

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

8 years in the makin'

Patiently waitin to blow

Now the record with Shinoda's takin over the globe

Hes got a partner in crime

His shit is equally dope

You wont believe the shit that come outa of this kids throat

Tak!

Hes out there every day on the block

He knows how to work with what hes got makin his way to the top

He got vegas in common

People be gassin him

Askin him was it

You may not know, we're rockin the booth

He'll get you boys out quicker than a shot of vodka with juice

Him and his crew are thrown around, hes one of the best

Dedicated to what they do, and give a hundred percent

Forget Mike!

Nobody really knows how or why

He works so hard, seems like he's never got time

Because he writes every note

And he writes every line

And I've seen it at work when that light goes on in his mind

It's like a design its written in his head every time

Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme

Those mother fuckers he runs with the kids that he signs

Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?

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

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

Yeah!

Fort Minor

M. Shinoda

Styles Of Beyond

Ryu

Takbir

Cheapshot!