REMENBER 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!)  


It's just 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 **** em'  
He knows the code:  
It's not about the salary  
It's 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!  

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'm 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 ****in with S-Dot!  

It's just 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!  


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 ****in 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  


He's not your everyday on the block  
He knows how to work with wood  
He's god 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 100%  

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 mother****ers he runs with, those kids that he signed?  
Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?!  

It's just 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! x2  

一首歌。
其实你可以发去音乐区的，把歌贴出来
这首歌不错，节奏感很强

擦看不懂，啥呀这是