Takbir Bashir - Remember The Name lyrics

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!) [Hook] This is ten percent luck, twenty percent sk** Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name [Verse 1: Mike Shinoda] 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 f** 'em, he knows the code It's not about the salary It's all about reality and making some noise Makin' a story, makin' sure his clique stays up That means when he puts it down, Tak's pickin it up, let's go [Verse 2: Tak] Who the hell is he anyway? He never really talks much Never concerned with status but still leavin' 'em 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 it all unfolds, the sk** of an artist [Verse 3: Ryu] This is twenty percent sk** 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 wreck it with The Crystal Method, "Name Of The Game" Came back, dropped Megadef, took 'em to church I 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 f**in' with S. Dot! [Hook] This is ten percent luck, twenty percent sk** Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name [Verse 4: Ryu] 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 Been a f**in' nihilist porcupine He's a prick, he's a co*k 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 sh** is equally dope You won't believe the kind of sh** that comes out of this kid's throat [Verse 5: 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 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 doin', give a hundred percent [Verse 6: Mike Shinoda] 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 motherf**ers he runs with, those kids that he signed? Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it? [Hook ] This is ten percent luck, twenty percent sk** Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name [Hook ] This is ten percent luck, twenty percent sk** 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!