paroles de chanson Remember The Name (feat. Styles Of Beyond) - Sessions @ AOL - Fort Minor feat. Styles of Beyond
You
ready?
Let's
go
Yeah,
for
those
of
you
that
want
to
know
what
we're
all
about
It's
like
this
y'all
come
on
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
no,
he
knows
the
code
It's
not
about
the
salary
it's
all
about
reality
and
makin'
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
heck
is
he
anyway?
He
never
really
talks
much
Never
concerned
with
status
but
still
leavin'
them
star
struck
Humbled
through
opportunities
given
despite
the
fact
That
many
misjudge
him
because
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
This
is
twenty
percent
skill,
eighty
percent
fear
Be
a
hundred
percent
clear
'cause
Ryu
is
ill
Who
would've
thought
he'd
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'm
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
messin
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
They
call
him
Ryu
the
sick
and
he's
spittin'
fire
an'
mike
Got
him
out
the
dryer
he's
hot
found
him
in
Fort
Minor
with
Tak
A
stupid
annihilist
porcupine
he's
a
piece
of
a
rock
The
type
women
want
to
be
with
and
rappers
hope
he
doesn't
rot
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
stuff
is
equally
wrote
You
wont
believe
the
kind
of
words
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
Makin'
his
way
to
the
top
People
think
it's
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
can
of
wodka
with
juice
Him
and
his
crew
are
known
around
as
one
of
the
best
Dedicated
to
what
they
doin
give
a
hundred
percent
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
stupid
people
he
runs
with,
those
kids
that
he
signed
Ridiculous,
without
even
tryin',
how
do
they
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
Yeah,
Fort
Minor,
M.
Shinoda
Styles
of
Beyond,
Ryu,
Takbir
Machine
Shop
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