Remember The Name

Intro Cm Ab Bb Cm Ab Bb You ready?! Let's go! Cm Ab Bb Cm Ab Yeah, for those of you that wanna know what we're all about Bb It's like this y'all (c'mon) Chorus Cm This is ten percent luck Twenty percent skill Ab Bb Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Cm Five percent pleasure Fifty percent pain Ab Bb And a hundred percent reason to remember the name [Verse 1] Cm He doesn't need his name up in lights Ab Bb He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic Cm He feels so unlike everybody else, alone Ab Bb In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him Cm But fuck 'em, he knows the code, it's not about the salary Ab Bb It's about reality and making some noise Cm Making a story, making sure his clique stays up Ab Bb That means when he puts it down, Tak's pickin' it up [Verse 2] Cm Who the hell is he anyway, he never really talks much Ab Bb Never concerned with status but still leavin' them star struck Cm Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact Ab Bb That many misjudge him because he makes a livin' from writing raps Cm Put it together himself, now the picture connects Ab Bb Never asking for someone's help, or to get some respect Cm He's only focused on what he wrote; his will is beyond reach Ab Bb And now it all unfolds, the skill of an artist [Verse 3] Cm This is twenty percent skill, eighty percent beer Ab Bb Be a hundred percent clear 'cause Ryu is ill Cm Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames Ab Bb Then I heard him wreckin' with The Crystal Method, Name Of The Game Cm Came back, dropped Megadef, took 'em to church Ab Bb I like bleach, man, Ryu had the stupidest Verse Cm This dude is the truth, now everybody be givin' him guest spots Ab Bb His stock's through the roof; I heard he fuckin' with S-Dot Chorus Cm This is ten percent luck Twenty percent skill Ab Bb Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Cm Five percent pleasure Fifty percent pain Ab Bb And a hundred percent reason to remember the name [Verse 4] Cm They call him Ryu he's sick, and he's spittin' fire and Mike Ab Bb Got him out the dryer he's hot, found him in Fort Minor with Tak Cm What a fuckin' nihilist porcupine; he's a prick; he's a cock Ab Bb The type women want to be with and rappers hope he get shot Cm Eight years in the makin' patiently waitin' to blow Ab Bb Now the record with Shinoda's takin' over the globe Cm He's got a partner in crime; his shit is equally dope Ab Bb You won't believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat [Verse 5] Cm He's not your every day on the block Ab He knows how to work with what he's got Bb Makin' his way to the top Cm He often gets a comment on his name Ab People keep asking him was it given at birth Bb Or does it stand for an acronym? Cm No, he's livin' proof that he rockin' the booth Ab Bb He'll get you buzzin' quicker than a shot of vodka with juice Cm Him and his crew are known around as one of the best Ab Bb Dedicated to what they do and give a hundred percent [Verse 6] Cm Ab Forget Mike, nobody really knows how or why he works so hard Bb It seems like he's never got time Cm Because he writes every note and he writes every line Ab Bb And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind Cm It's like a design is written in his head every time Ab Bb Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme Cm And those motherfuckers he runs with, the kids that he signed Ab Bb Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it? Chorus Cm This is ten percent luck Twenty percent skill Ab Bb Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Cm Five percent pleasure Fifty percent pain Ab Bb And a hundred percent reason to remember the name Cm This is ten percent luck Twenty percent skill Ab Bb Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Cm Five percent pleasure Fifty percent pain Ab Bb And a hundred percent reason to remember the name Outro Cm Ab Bb Cm Ab Bb Cm Ab Bb Cm Ab Bb