Remember the Name (Original Version By Fort Minor)
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 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, 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 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
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 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
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, 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