Karaoké Remember the Name Fort Minor & Styles of Beyond

You ready

Let's go

Yeah

For those of you that wanna 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 fuck 'em

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 hell 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 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 'cos 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 givin' 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 spittin' 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 wanna 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 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

Makin' his way to the top

He often gets a comment on his 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 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 tryin'

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

Yeah

Fort Minor

M. Shinoda

Styles of Beyond

Ryu

Takbir

Machine Shop