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 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**k 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!




[ Takbir ]


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 ·cause 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




[ Ryu ]


It·s just twenty percent skill


Eighty percent fear be a hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill


Who would·ve thought that he·d be the one that set the west in flames


Then 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 givin him guest spots


His stock·s through the roof I heard he f**kin with S. Dot!




[Chorus]


This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill


Fifteen percent concentrated power of will


Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain


[Remember The Name lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]




And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!




[ 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**kin anihilist porcupine


He·s a prick, he·s a cop, the type women wanna 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




[ Takbir ]


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 do give a hundred percent




[ 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**kers he runs with, those kids that he signed?


Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?!




[Chorus - repeat 2x]


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!




[Outro - Mike Shinoda]


Yeah! Fort Minor


M. Shinoda - Styles of Beyond


Ryu! Takbir! Machine Shop!








bY Totty