March

the Fort Minor Quiz "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 (c'mon!) 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 Making the story - making sure his clique stays up That means when he puts it down Tak's picking it up! Let's go! Who the hell is he anyway? He never really talks much Never concerned with status but still leaving them star struck Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact That many misjudge him because he makes a living from writing raps Put it together himself, now the picture connects Never asking for someone's help, or 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 This is twenty percent skill Eighty percent fear Be a hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill Who would've 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 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! They call him Ryu, he's sick And he's spitting fire And 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 women want to be with, and rappers hope he get shot Eight years in the making, patiently waiting 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 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 Making his way to the top He often gets a comment on his name People keep asking him was it given at birth Or does it stand for an acronym? No he's living proof, got him rocking the booth He'll get you buzzing 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 did he do it?!