Remember the Name

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Let's go!
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For those of you who want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all

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 of the mic
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact people still think that they know him

But fuck them, he knows the code
It's not about the salary
It's all about reality and making some noise
Makin' the story, makin' sure the clique stays up
That means when he put it down, Tak's pickin' it up!

Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Unconcerned with status (but still leavin' them star struck)

Humbled through opportunities given to him despite the fact
That many misjudge him
He makes a livin' from writin' raps

(Now put it together) Now the picture connects
(Never askin' for someone's help) To get some respect
(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 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's not your everyday on the block
He knows how to work with what he's got
Makin' his way to the top

He often get a comment on his name
People keep askin' him was it given at birth
Or does it stand for an acronym?

(No) He's living proof, Got him rockin' the booth
He'll get you buzzin' quicker than a shot of vodka with juice
Him and his crew are known around as one of the best
Dedicated to what they doin', givin' a hundred percent

Nobody really knows how or why he works so hard
It seems like he's never got time
Because he writes every note and he writes every line
And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind

It's like a design is written in his head every time
Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme
Those motherfuckers he runs with, with the kids that he signed
Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?

Eight years in the makin', waiting to blow
Now the record with the Virgins takin' over the globe
He's got a partner in crime, his shit is equally dope
You won't believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat

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

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!