Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Fort Minor - Remember the name ------------------------------------------ Are you ready?... Let's go!!... Yeah... For those of you who want to know what were all about... it's like this y'all come on!! [Its 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 Cuz 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! [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?... [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] (x2) Yeah!! Fort minor... M. Shinoda... styles of beyond... ryu... takbir... cheapshot!!