Remember The Name
Styles Of Beyond
Are you ready?
Let's go!
Yeah
For those of you who want to know what were all about
T's like this yall
Come on!
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
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
Its not about the salary, its all about reality
And making some noise
Making a story, making sure your clique stays up
That means when he puts it down
Tak is picking it up
Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status
But still leavin' em starstruck
Humble through oppurtunities givin, in spite of the fact
The pet name is
Because he makes a living from writing raps
Put it together himself
Got it picture perfect
Never askin for someones help or to get some respect
His only focus is what he wrote
Even if its beyond reach
And now it'll unfold
To sit up and on seats
Twenty percent skill
Eighty percent fear
Be hundred percent clear
'cause Ryu is ill
Who woulda thought hed 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
Ryu had the stupidest first
This dude is the truth
Now everybodys givin him guest spots
The stock through the roof
I heard hes fuckin' with S-Dot!
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 hes spitting fire and light
Got him out the dryer hes hot
Got him in Fort Minor with Tak
Who the fuck, Anile this Porcipine
Hes a prick hes a God
The type women wanna be with but rappers hope he gets shot
8 years in the makin'
Patiently waitin to blow
Now the record with Shinoda's takin over the globe
Hes got a partner in crime
His shit is equally dope
You wont believe the shit that come outa of this kids throat
Tak!
Hes out there every day on the block
He knows how to work with what hes got makin his way to the top
He got vegas in common
People be gassin him
Askin him was it
You may not know, we're rockin the booth
He'll get you boys out quicker than a shot of vodka with juice
Him and his crew are thrown around, hes 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, seems like he's never got time
Because he writes every note
And he writes every line
And I've seen it at work when that light goes on in his mind
It's like a design its written in his head every time
Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme
Those mother fuckers he runs with the kids that he signs
Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?
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
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
Yeah!
Fort Minor
M. Shinoda
Styles Of Beyond
Ryu
Takbir
Cheapshot!
