Remember The Name
Fort MinorVersion1
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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 fuck em, he knows the code It's not about the salary
It's all about reality and making some noise
Making the 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 them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact
That many misjudge him because 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
(Ryu)
This is twenty percent skill Eighty percent beer
Be a 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 wreck it with The Crystal Method, "Name Of The Game"
Came back dropped Megadef, took em to church
I like bleach man, why you had the stupidest verse?
This dude is the truth, now everybody's giving him guest spots
His stock's through the roof I heard he's 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, 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
What a fuckin' nihilist porcupine He's a prick, he's a cock
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 taking over the globe
He's got a partner in crime, his shit is equally dope
You wont believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat
(Tak)
He's not your everyday 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 living proof, got him rocking the booth
He'll get you buzzing quicker than a shot of vodka with juice
Him and his crew are known around as one of the best
Dedicated to what they do and give a hundred percent
(Mike)
Forget Mike, Nobody really knows 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 motherfuckers he runs with, The kids that he signed?
Ridiculous, without even trying, How did he 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!
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Readable chord sheet for Remember The Name by Fort Minor
[Cm] [Cm] [Ab] [Bb] This is [Cm]ten percent luck, twenty percent skill Fift[Ab]een percent concentrated [Bb]power of will F[Cm]ive percent pleasure, fifty percent pain And a [Ab]hundred percent reason to re[Bb]member the name! (Mike) [Cm] He doesn't need his name up in lights He just [Ab]wants to be heard whether it's the [Bb]beat or the mic He [Cm]feels so unlike everybody else, alone In spite of [Ab]the fact that some people still [Bb]think that they know him But fuck em[Cm], he knows the code It's not about the salary It's [Ab]all about reality and [Bb]making some noise Making the [Cm]story - making sure his clique stays up That means [Ab]when he puts it down Tak's [Bb]picking it up! Let's go! (Tak) Who the [Cm]hell is he anyway? He never really talks much [Ab]Never concerned with status but still [Bb]leaving them star struck [Cm]Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact That [Ab]many misjudge him because he makes a [Bb]living from writing raps [Cm] Put it together himself, now the picture connects Never as[Ab]king for someone's help, or to [Bb]get some respect He's only [Cm]focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach And [Ab]now it all unfolds, the [Bb]skill of an artist (Ryu) This is [Cm]twenty percent skill Eighty percent beer Be a [Ab]hundred percent clear cause R[Bb]yu is ill Who would've [Cm]thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames And I heard him [Ab]wreck it with The Crystal Method, "[Bb]Name Of The Game" Came [Cm]back dropped Megadef, took em to church I like [Ab]bleach man, why you had the [Bb]stupidest verse? This dude is the[Cm] truth, now everybody's giving him guest spots His [Ab]stock's through the roof I heard he's [Bb]fuckin' with S. Dot! This is [Cm]ten percent luck, twenty percent skill Fift[Ab]een percent concentrated [Bb]power of will F[Cm]ive percent pleasure, fifty percent pain And a [Ab]hundred percent reason to re[Bb]member the name! (Ryu) They call him [Cm]Ryu, he's sick And he's spitting fire And mike got him out the [Ab]dryer he's hot Found him in Fort [Bb]Minor with Tak What a fuckin' [Cm]nihilist porcupine He's a prick, he's a cock The type [Ab]woman want to be with, and rap[Bb]pers hope he get shot Eight [Cm]years in the making, patiently waiting to blow Now the [Ab]record with Shinoda's taking [Bb]over the globe He's got a [Cm]partner in crime, his shit is equally dope You wont [Ab]believe the kind of shit that comes out[Bb] of this kid's throat (Tak) [Cm] He's not your everyday on the block He knows how to [Ab]work with what he's got Making his [Bb]way to the top He often [Cm]gets a comment on his name People keep asking him was it[Ab] given at birth or does it [Bb]stand for an acronym? No[Cm] he's living proof, got him rocking the booth He'll get you [Ab]buzzing quicker than a shot of [Bb]vodka with juice [Cm]Him and his crew are known around as one of the best Dedi[Ab]cated to what they do and give a [Bb]hundred percent (Mike) Forget [Cm]Mike, Nobody really knows how or why he works [Ab]so hard It seems like he's [Bb]never got time Because he[Cm] writes every note and he writes every line And I've [Ab]seen him at work when that light goes [Bb]on in his mind It's like a [Cm]design is written in his head every time Before he [Ab]even touches a key or [Bb]speaks in a rhyme And those mo[Cm]therfuckers he runs with, The kids that he signed? Rid[Ab]iculous, without even tr[Bb]ying, How did he do it?! This is [Cm]ten percent luck, twenty percent skill Fift[Ab]een percent concentrated [Bb]power of will F[Cm]ive percent pleasure, fifty percent pain And a [Ab]hundred percent reason to re[Bb]member the name! This is [Cm]ten percent luck, twenty percent skill Fift[Ab]een percent concentrated [Bb]power of will F[Cm]ive percent pleasure, fifty percent pain And a [Ab]hundred percent reason to re[Bb]member the name!