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