Song Lyrics 'Fort Minor - Remember The Name' (Video + Audio + Chords)

Lyrics 'Fort Minor - Remember The Name'

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 (c'mon!)

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 fuck em, he knows the code
It's not about the salary
It's all about reality and making some noise
Making the story - making sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down Tak's picking it up! Let's go

Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leaving them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given 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 it all unfolds, the skill of an artist

This is twenty percent skill
Eighty percent beer
Be a hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill
Who would've thought he'd be the one to set the west in flames
Then I heard him wreck it with The Crystal Method, "Name Of The Game"
Came back dropped Megadef, took em to church
I like bleach man, why you had the stupidest verse?
This dude is the truth, now everybody's giving him guest spots
His stock's through the roof I heard he's fuckin' 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 spitting fire
With Mike, got him out the dryer he's hot
Found him in Fort Minor with Tak
What a fuckin' nihilist porcupine
He's a prick, he's a cock
The type women want to be with, and rappers hope he get shot
Eight years in the making, patiently waiting 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 everyday 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 living proof, got him rocking the booth
He'll get you buzzing 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 and 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 motherfuckers he runs with
The kids that he signed?
Ridiculous, without even trying
How did he 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

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

Chords 'Fort Minor - Remember The Name'

[Intro:]
Cm - Cm - Ab - Bb

[Chorus:]
            Cm
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
      Ab                                  Bb
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Cm
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
         Ab                                       Bb   
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
Verse 1:(Mike)

Cm
He doesn't need his name up in lights
            Ab                                                 Bb
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
    Cm
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
                  Ab                                             Bb
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
                Cm
But fuck em, he knows the code It's not about the salary
       Ab                              Bb            
It's all about reality and making some noise
                Cm
Making the story - making sure his clique stays up
                Ab                                     Bb
That means when he puts it down Tak's picking it up! Let's go!
Verse 2:(Tak)

            Cm
Who the hell is he anyway? He never really talks much
Ab                                                      Bb
Never concerned with status but still leaving them star struck
Cm
Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact
       Ab                                                    Bb
That many misjudge him because he makes a living from writing raps
Cm
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
            Ab                                           Bb
Never asking for someone's help, or to get some respect
               Cm
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
      Ab                                 Bb
And now it all unfolds, the skill of an artist
Verse 3:(Ryu)

            Cm
This is twenty percent skill Eighty percent beer
       Ab                                        Bb      
Be a hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill
                   Cm
Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames
                        Ab                                                 Bb
And I heard him wreck it with The Crystal Method, "Name Of The Game"
       Cm
Came back dropped Megadef, took em to church
          Ab                                       Bb
I like bleach man, why you had the stupidest verse?
                        Cm
This dude is the truth, now everybody's giving him guest spots
      Ab                                                      Bb
His stock's through the roof I heard he's fuckin' with S. Dot!

[Chorus:]
            Cm
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
      Ab                                  Bb
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Cm
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
         Ab                                       Bb   
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
Verse 4:(Ryu)

                     Cm
They call him Ryu, he's sick And he's spitting fire
                                     Ab                                              Bb
And mike got him out the dryer he's hot Found him in Fort Minor with Tak
                      Cm
What a fuckin' nihilist porcupine He's a prick, he's a cock
             Ab                                          Bb
The type woman want to be with, and rappers hope he get shot
         Cm
Eight years in the making, patiently waiting to blow
            Ab                                        Bb
Now the record with Shinoda's taking over the globe
                Cm   
He's got a partner in crime, his shit is equally dope
             Ab                                                       Bb
You wont believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat
Verse 5:(Tak)

Cm
He's not your everyday on the block
                        Ab                                                 Bb
He knows how to work with what he's got Making his way to the top
             Cm
He often gets a comment on his name
                                           Ab                                       Bb
People keep asking him was it   given at birth or does it stand for an acronym?
   Cm
No   he's living proof, got him rocking the booth
                     Ab                                           Bb
He'll get you buzzing quicker than a shot of vodka with juice
Cm
Him and his crew are known around as one of the best
      Ab                                              Bb
Dedicated to what they do and give a hundred percent
Verse 6:(Mike)

          Cm                                                                  Ab
Forget Mike, Nobody really knows how or why he works so hard
                            Bb
It seems like he's never got time
               Cm
Because he   writes every note and he writes every line
             Ab                                                      Bb
And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind
                  Cm   
It's like a design is written in his head every time
               Ab                              Bb
Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme
                  Cm
And those motherfuckers he runs with, The kids that he signed?
    Ab                                 Bb
Ridiculous, without even trying, How did he do it?!

[Chorus:]
            Cm
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
      Ab                                  Bb
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Cm
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
         Ab                                       Bb   
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
            Cm
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
      Ab                                  Bb
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Cm
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
         Ab                                       Bb   
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!