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Remember The Name (оригинал Fort Minor)

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, or 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 twenty percent skill
Eighty percent beer
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 had the stupidest verse?
This dude is the truth, now everybody’s giving him guest spots
His stock’s through the roof I heard he’s fuckin’ with S. Dot!

[Chorus]

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’ nihilist 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
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 do and 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,
The 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!

Eh yo
When this fist started off it was just Linkin Park
And then in the middle came Motion Man
And at the end of it all, it was Kutmasta Kurt with the remix

One thing
I don\'t know why
It deosn\'t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind
I designed this rhyme when I was obsessed with time
All I know
Time was just slippin away
And I watched it count down to the end of the day
Whatched it watch me and the words that I say
The echo in the clock rythm
And my face
And I know I didn\'t look out below
When I watched the time go right out the window
Tryin to grab hold
Tryin not to watch
I wasted it all on the hands of the clock
But in the end no matter what I pretend the
journy is more importent then the end or the start
And what it meant to me
Will eventually be a memory of a time when

I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end, it deosn\'t even matter
I had to fall to loose it all
But in the end it deosn\'t even matter

A yo one thing
I don\'t know why
It deosn\'t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind
I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
All I know
Ha, so socialize
Like the host of the party
I spoke shade the name on contact
Party the toast strong format
North east south west coast
I\'m standing at the window
No oppertunity to mindle
I tried to sold up
You weakin your system and be thrown up
I brought you back your thangs
Like the imaginary man of your dreams
Dude always seemed to make it worth it
A pigskin I never nurf it
You fell never the pleather real bringin the pleasure
By any means
It means I\'m leaving your team
The teenages and the scenes and

I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end, it deosn\'t even matter
I had to fall to loose it all
But in the end it deosn\'t even matter

Linkin Park Remix
Motion Man
Linkin Park
In the end
Kutmasta Kurt
Linkin Park Remix
Motion Man
Linkin Park
In the end
Kutmasta Kurt Remix

One thing
I dont know how
It deosn\'t even matter when you look at it now
Cause when I designed this rhyme
I was scared of it all
Scared to fall
Hadn\'t even tried to crawl
When I was forced to run
With you mocking me
Stopping me
Backstabbing me constantly
Remembering all the times you fought with me
Watched the clock stop chalk full of hypocrisy
But now your mouth wishes it could inhale
Every single little thing you said to make things fail
Every single word you sputter just to get your peace
But it really deosn\'t matter to me

Cause from the start to the end
No matter what I pretend
the journy\'s more importent then the end or the start
And what it really meant to me
will eventually be a memory of a time when

I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end, it deosn\'t even matter
I had to fall to loose it all
But in the end it deosn\'t even matter

In the end