Fort Minor

Fort Minor - Remember the Name

You ready?! Lets go!
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon!)

[Chorus]
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 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!

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

It's just twenty percent skill
Eighty percent fear
Be one hundred percent 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 wreckin 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 be givin him guest spots
His stock's through the roof I heard he fuckin with S. Dot!

[Chorus]

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 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! - 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

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 trying, how do they do it?!

[Chorus - repeat 2x]

[Outro - Mike Shinoda]
Yeah! Fort Minor
M. Shinoda - Styles of Beyond
Ryu! Takbir! Machine Shop





Originally posted by Juan2493

He is the better

Remember the name

Fort Minor - In Stereo

This is how it goes
welcome one and all to the show
we're wired up, fired up
fucking ready to go
in the back of the parking lot
outside the bar
20 deep, 20 feet
From the boulevard.
Black hoodies, black caps
Black label and glasses
Previewing the new shit before all the masses.
Cuz the first thing I need when I got a new beat,
Is to see how it sounds echoing off the street.
I just take it for a spin,
Pop the CD in,
Slide it up to ten and get that rear view shaking.
And play it again so there’s no mistaken
San Andrea is the block get this bitch earth quaking.
Like ohhhh!
Ready for it here we go,
We got the whole block rocking in stereo.
Taking control, letting everybody know
And if you feel like me hear everybody go
Ohhhh!
You’re not ready
I got plenty cuts for twenty months drop steadily.
Plenty tracks to empty on your whack pedigree
I’m back heavily while your back peddling
Forget the chit chat homey
Homey kick back I’m that shit
That can get your homey bitch slapped
So zip your lip back
Listen and watch we got the whole block rockin
Off the way to beat knocks
You don’t have to wanna beat along the corner they know
That if you’re standing on that corner
Then you’re getting that show
World premiering
You’re hearing
That machine shop flow
San Andrea the block get this bitch earth quaking
Like ohhhh!
Ready for it here we go,
We got the whole block rocking in stereo.
Taking control, letting everybody know
And if you feel like me hear everybody go
Ohhhh!
Turn the beat,
Turn the volume up to loud
Roll right roll left everywhere go down
Let the whole block know what this about
Turn it up ya’ll burn that system out
Turn the key turn the volume loud
Roll right right left everywhere go down
Let the whole block know what this about
Turn it up ya’ll
Burn up that system like
Like ohhhh!
Ready for it here we go,
We got the whole block rocking in stereo.
Taking control, letting everybody know
And if you feel like me hear everybody go
Ohhhh!
Let’s go ahead a test out the speakers you ready
Let’s go like this