Remember The Name - Fort Minor
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!)[Chorus]This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill, Fifteen percent concentrated power of will, Five percent pleasure, fifty percent painAnd 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. Makin the story - makin sure his clique stays up. That means when he puts it down Tak's pickin it up! let's go!
Who the hell is he anyway?He never really talks muchNever concerned with status but still leavin them star struckHumbled through opportunities given to him despite the factThat many misjudge him because he makes a livin from writin rapsPut it together himself, now the picture connectsNever askin for someone's help, to get some respectHe's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reachAnd now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist.
It's just twenty percent skillEighty percent fearBe one hundred percent clear cause Ryu is illWho would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flamesAnd I heard him wreckin with The Crystal Method, "Name Of The Game"Came back dropped Megadef, took em to churchI like bleach man, why you have the stupidest verse?This dude is the truth, now everybody be givin him guest spotsHis stock's through the roof I heard he fuckin with S. Dot!
[Chorus]
They call him Ryu The SickAnd he's spittin fire with MikeGot him out the dryer he's hotFound him in Fort Minor with TakBeen a fuckin annihilist porcupineHe's a prick, he's a cockThe type woman want to be with, and rappers hope he get shotEight years in the makin, patiently waitin to blowNow the record with Shinoda's takin over the globeHe's got a partner in crime, his shit is equally dopeYou wont believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat
Tak! - He's not your everyday on the blockHe knows how to work with what he's gotMakin his way to the topPeople think its a common owners namePeople keep askin him was it given at birthOr does it stand for an acronym?No he's livin proof, Got him rockin the boothHe'll get you buzzin quicker than a shot of vodka with juiceHim and his crew are known around as one of the bestDedicated to what they doin give a hundred percent.
Forget Mike - Nobody really knows how or why he works so hardIt seems like he's never got timeBecause he writes every note and he writes every lineAnd I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mindIt's like a design is written in his head every timeBefore he even touches a key or speaks in a rhymeAnd those motherfuckers he runs with, those kids that he signed?Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?![
Chorus - repeat 2x][Outro - Mike Shinoda]Yeah! Fort MinorM. Shinoda - Styles of Beyond
Ryu! Takbir! Machine Shop!
Alright, the lyrics to my current favourite song.. yeah, love Fort Minor alot... just missed their concert a few days back, but if they ever gonna come down again, NO WAY i'm gonna miss them. Hehe..
rather ordinary day for me today. went suntec with ast for lunch and walk around town after that. then we decided to play football.. i really suck at it nowadays... haiz... i'm still worrying about my DAE and hope it will be a good outcome for me., Dont wanna serve the army so quickly. wanna enjoy youth first, wah.... worry this, worry that!!!
Justin's Worry List:
- DAE Appeal
- Maths and POA O Levels Retake
- $$$, jobless
- my freakin arm; injured during soccer just now
- dont wanna go NS so soon
it goes on and on and on.........
March 14th Tuesday
Phoo... it took me a long time to figure out how to start blogging. damn, dun even know how this thing works.. alright. today was pretty fine.. went swimming with my friends and then went to marina square to shop(window shopping), nv buy anything la... suddenly got a phone call, ask me go play soccer.. alrite, thats cool.. i'll definitely play soccer.
Around 10.30pm, when all of them wanted to pack up and leave, one group of ah bengs came and said wanna play with us.. we dun wan to stir up trouble, so maybe play awhile, its okay lahs.. turned out to be 1 hr. damn. luckily they were friendly and all and asked when we wanna play again.
Now back to the point, came online.. totally clueless how to use this blogger thingy.. and stuck on the tag board that i gotta ask munah for help.. she helped me ALOT!! but i couldnt understand.. sorry munah. haha. got loads of stuff to worry about. My maths and poa retake, my poly appeal and loadsa stuff... damn MOE, take so long to freakin inform us whether successful or not successful.. bloody hell... gonna watch Ajax vs Inter Milan later tonite..
Stressed, hungry, tired.. argh!!!
