Remember the Name (DJ Zap remix) Lyrics & Tabs by Fort Minor
Remember the Name (DJ Zap remix)
guitar chords lyrics
This is 10% luck, 20% skill
15% concentrated power of will
5% pleasure, 50% pain
And 100% 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
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?
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 to him 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 when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist
This is just 20% skill
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 ""
Came back, dropped Megadef; 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 fuckin' with S-dot
This is 10% luck, 20% skill
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 with Tak
Been a fuckin' annihilist porcupine
He's a prick; he's a cock
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 shit is equally dope
You won't believe the kind of shit 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 motherfuckers he runs with, those kids that he signed
Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it
This is 10% luck, 20% skill
15% concentrated power of will
5% pleasure, 50% pain
And 100% reason to remember the name
This is 10% luck, 20% skill
15% concentrated power of will
5% pleasure, 50% pain
And 100% reason to remember the name
Yeah,
M. Shinoda
Ryu
Takbir
