Intro
Bm - Bm - G - A
Chorus:
Bm
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
G A
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Bm
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
G A
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
Verse 1:(Mike)
Bm
He doesn't need his name up in lights
G A
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
Bm
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
G A
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
Bm
But fuck em, he knows the code It's not about the salary
G A
It's all about reality and making some noise
Bm
Making the story - making sure his clique stays up
G A
That means when he puts it down Tak's picking it up! Let's go!
Verse 2:(Tak)
Bm
Who the hell is he anyway? He never really talks much
G A
Never concerned with status but still leaving them star struck
Bm
Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact
G A
That many misjudge him because he makes a living from writing raps
Bm
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
G A
Never asking for someone's help, or to get some respect
Bm
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
G A
And now it all unfolds, the skill of an artist
Verse 3:(Ryu)
Bm
This is twenty percent skill Eighty percent beer
G A
Be a hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill
Bm
Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames
G A
And I heard him wreck it with The Crystal Method, "Name Of The Game"
Bm
Came back dropped Megadef, took em to church
G A
I like bleach man, why you had the stupidest verse?
Bm
This dude is the truth, now everybody's giving him guest spots
G A
His stock's through the roof I heard he's fuckin' with S. Dot!
Chorus:
Bm
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
G A
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Bm
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
G A
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
Verse 4:(Ryu)
Bm
They call him Ryu, he's sick And he's spitting fire
G A
And mike got him out the dryer he's hot Found him in Fort Minor with Tak
Bm
What a fuckin' nihilist porcupine He's a prick, he's a cock
G A
The type woman want to be with, and rappers hope he get shot
Bm
Eight years in the making, patiently waiting to blow
G A
Now the record with Shinoda's taking over the globe
Bm
He's got a partner in crime, his shit is equally dope
G A
You wont believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat
Verse 5:(Tak)
Bm
He's not your everyday on the block
G A
He knows how to work with what he's got Making his way to the top
Bm
He often gets a comment on his name
G A
People keep asking him was it given at birth or does it stand for an acronym?
Bm
No he's living proof, got him rocking the booth
G A
He'll get you buzzing quicker than a shot of vodka with juice
Bm
Him and his crew are known around as one of the best
G A
Dedicated to what they do and give a hundred percent
Verse 6:(Mike)
Bm G
Forget Mike, Nobody really knows how or why he works so hard
A
It seems like he's never got time
Bm
Because he writes every note and he writes every line
G A
And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind
Bm
It's like a design is written in his head every time
G A
Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme
Bm
And those motherfuckers he runs with, The kids that he signed?
G A
Ridiculous, without even trying, How did he do it?!
Chorus:
Bm
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
G A
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Bm
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
G A
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
Bm
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
G A
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Bm
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
G A
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
- 1. Chord Gitar Fort Minor - Remember The Name Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar C#)
- 2. Ganti Chord Gitar Fort Minor - Remember The Name Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar C#)
- 3. Author Lagu Andra Ramadhan