Fort Minor - Remember The Name

You ready?! Lets go! 
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about 
It's like this y'all (c'mon!) 

[Chorus] 
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 Shinoda ] 
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! 

[ Takbir ] 
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 'cause 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 

[ Ryu ] 
It's just twenty percent skill 
Eighty percent fear Be a hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill 
Who would've thought that he'd be the one that set the west in flames 
Then 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 givin him guest spots 
His stock's through the roof I heard he fuckin with S. Dot! 

[Chorus] 
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 he's spittin fire with Mike 
Got him out the dryer he's hot 
Found him in Fort Minor with Tak 
Been 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 makin, patiently waitin to blow 
Now the record with Shinoda's takin 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 

[ Takbir ] 
Tak! - He's not your everyday on the block 
He knows how to work with what he's got 
Makin his way to the top 
People think its a common owners name 
People keep askin 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 do give a hundred percent 

[ Mike Shinoda ] 
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, those kids that he signed? 
Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?! 

[Chorus - repeat 2x] 
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!

[Outro - Mike Shinoda] 
Yeah! Fort Minor 
M. Shinoda - Styles of Beyond 
Ryu! Takbir! Machine Shop!