Remember The Name (Official Video) - Fort Minor [4K]

Wrestling

سال2019

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Listen to "Remember The Name" from Fort Minor's album 'The Rising Tied' - Directed By Sunu Gonera. Lyrics: You ready? Let's go! Yeah! For those of you that wanna 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 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 a 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 'em star-struck Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact That many misjudge him 'cause he makes a living from writing raps Put it together himself, now the picture connects Never asking for someone's help (Help), or to get some respect ('Spect) 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 (Uh), eighty percent beer Be a hundred percent clear, 'cause Ryu is ill (Next) 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" (Uh-huh) Came back, dropped "Megadef," took 'em to church I like "Bleach", man, Ryu had the stupidest verse (Ha-ha) This dude is the truth, now, everybody giving him guest spots His stock's through the roof, I heard he fucking 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 They call him Ryu the Sick, and he's spitting fire with Mike Got him out the dryer, he's hot, found