Fort Minor《Remember The Name》无损音乐格式FLAC/APE/WAV下载

《Remember The Name》歌词/歌曲简介：

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!)

[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

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 about reality and making some noise

Making a story, making 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 despite the fact

That many misjudge him because he makes a livin’ 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 beer

Be a hundred percent clear ’cause Ryu is ill

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

Then 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 verse

This dude is the truth, now everybody be givin’ him guest spots

His stock’s through the roof; I heard he fuckin’ with S-Dot

[Chorus]

They call him Ryu he’s sick, and he’s spittin’ 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 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

He’s not your every day on the block

He knows how to work with what he’s got

Makin’ his way to the top

People keep asking him was it given at birth

Or does it stand for an acronym?

No, he’s livin’ proof that he 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]