Remember The Name (featuring Styles Of Beyond) (Funkadelic Remix)
(DJ Green Lantern / (Mike Shinoda): Come on! (Hehe) What up, Mike? (How's this for a fucking remix, right?) You got it! (Yeah) Fort Minor! (You ready? OK. Ladies and gentlemen... ...for those of you that wanna know what we're really are about... ...let's do it like this:) (Come on!)
[Mike]: This is 10% luck, 20% skill 15% concentrated power of will 5% pleasure, 50% pain And a 100% reason to remember the name!
[DJ Green Lantern]: This is the remix!
[Mike]: 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 Makin the story - makin sure his clique stays up That means when he puts it down Tak's pickin' it up! Let's go!
[Tak]: 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 to him 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
[Ryu]: It's just 20% skill, 80% beer Be one 100% clear cause Ryu is ill Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set The West in flames And 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, Ryu had the stupidest verse This dude is the truth, now everybody givin' him guest spots His stock's through the roof, I heard he fuckin' with S-Dot!
[Mike (Chorus)]
[Ryu]: They call him Ryu he's 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' annihilist porcupine, he's a prick, he's a cock The type woman want to 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 wont believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat
[Tak]: 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 its 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 shot of vodka with juice Him and his crew are known around as one of the best Dedicated to what they doin' give a hundred percent
[Mike]: 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 do they do it?!
[Chorus (x2)]
[Shinoda's Outro]: (Mike Shinoda! Fort Minor! Machine Shop! Green Lantern!)