Remember The Name Song Lyrics
You ready?! Let’s go!Yeah, for those of you that wanna know what we’re all aboutIt’s like this y’all (c’mon)
This is ten percent luckTwenty percent skillFifteen percent concentrated power of willFive percent pleasureFifty percent painAnd a hundred percent reason to remember the name
He doesn’t need his name up in lightsHe just wants to be heard whether it’s the beat or the micHe feels so unlike everybody else, aloneIn spite of the fact that some people still think that they know himBut fuck ’em, he knows the code, it’s not about the salaryIt’s about reality and making some noiseMaking a story, making sure his clique stays upThat means when he puts it down, Tak’s pickin’ it up
Who the hell is he anyway, he never really talks muchNever concerned with status but still leavin’ them star struckHumbled through opportunities given despite the factThat many misjudge him because he makes a livin’ from writing rapsPut it together himself, now the picture connectsNever asking for someone’s help, or to get some respectHe’s only focused on what he wrote; his will is beyond reachAnd now it all unfolds, the skill of an artist
This is twenty percent skill, eighty percent beerBe a hundred percent clear ’cause Ryu is illWho would’ve thought that he’d be the one to set the west in flamesThen heard him wreckin’ with The Crystal Method, Name Of The GameCame back, dropped Megadef, took ’em to churchI like bleach, man, Ryu had the stupidest verseThis dude is the truth, now everybody be givin’ him guest spotsHis stock’s through the roof; I heard he fuckin’ with S-Dot
This is ten percent luckTwenty percent skillFifteen percent concentrated power of willFive percent pleasureFifty percent painAnd a hundred percent reason to remember the name
They call him Ryu he’s sick, and he’s spittin’ fire and MikeGot him out the dryer he’s hot, found him in Fort Minor with TakWhat a fuckin’ nihilist porcupine; he’s a prick; he’s a cockThe type women want to be with and rappers hope he get shotEight years in the makin’ patiently waitin’ to blowNow the record with Shinoda’s takin’ over the globeHe’s got a partner in crime; his shit is equally dopeYou won’t believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid’s throat
He’s not your every day on the blockHe knows how to work with what he’s gotMakin’ his way to the topHe often gets a comment on his namePeople keep asking him was it given at birthOr does it stand for an acronym?No, he’s livin’ proof that he rockin’ the boothHe’ll get you buzzin’ quicker than a shot of vodka with juiceHim and his crew are known around as one of the bestDedicated to what they do and give a hundred percent
Forget Mike, nobody really knows how or why he works so hardIt seems like he’s never got timeBecause he writes every note and he writes every lineAnd I’ve seen him at work when that light goes on in his mindIt’s like a design is written in his head every timeBefore he even touches a key or speaks in a rhymeAnd those motherfuckers he runs with, the kids that he signedRidiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?
This is ten percent luckTwenty percent skillFifteen percent concentrated power of willFive percent pleasureFifty percent painAnd a hundred percent reason to remember the name
This is ten percent luckTwenty percent skillFifteen percent concentrated power of willFive percent pleasureFifty percent painAnd a hundred percent reason to remember the name
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