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, come on!

Refren:
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' a story, makin' sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down, Tak's pickin' it up

Tak:
Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much,
Never concerned with status, but still leavin' 'em starstruck,
Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact
That many misjudge him
'Cause he makes a living from writing raps,
Put it together yourself,
Now the picture connects,
Never asking 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 skill of an artist

Ryu:
This is twenty percent skill,
Eighty percent beer,
Be a hundred percent clear,
'Cause Ryu is ill,
Who woulda 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 liked Bleach, man,
Ryu had the stupidest verse,
This dude is the truth,
Now everybody's giving him guest spots,
His stock's through the roof, I heard him fuckin' with S-Dot.

Refren:
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.

Ryu:
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 fucking nihilist porcupine,
He's a prick, he's a cock
The type women wanna be with and rappers hope he gets shot,
8 years in the makin',
Patiently waitin' 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 outta' this kids throat.

Tak:
He's not your every day 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 askin' him,
"Was it given at birth or does it stand for an acronym?"
No, he's living proof,
Put him back in 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 100%.

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 that?

Refren(x2):
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.

Fort Minor...M.Shinoda....Styles Of Beyond......Ryu. Takbir...Machine Shop!.......