Lyrical Gangsta
Fort Minor
/ Mike Shinoda / Linkin Park
Remember the Name - Flame Remix
You ready?! Let's go!
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all -- Stand Up and shout
[Chorus:]
Life is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fourteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
Ninety nine percent of the reason life will never be the same
Just an average kid, didn't need his name up in lights
He wanted to be heard -
will even teach you a few new vocabulary words
He feels so unlike everybody else, all alone
In spite of the fact, some people still think that they know
But it's been fuck the world, so he taught himself to code
It was never about the salary - Was always all about REALITY
NOW start making some noise, so you can get your voice heard
Sticking to the story - making sure his clique keeps clicking
That means when he puts it down Nash-ville is picking it up!
Let's go!
Who the hell is he anyway? Wouldn't you like to know?
Street smarts and stupid mistakes finally set his ass straight
Promised himself, one day I will be great, now relying on fate
He never really goes into public much
Never concerned with stature - still leaving them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact
Many misjudge the reason he gets a kick from spoofing raps
Put brands together himself, now you see the picture?
Connect the dots.
Never getting the government's help,
Nor begging to get some respect
He's only focused on what he wrote
his "will powers" are beyond reach
And when downstream flow finally unfolds:
BEHOLD
the skill of an artist
Life is thrity percent skill
Eighty percent concentrated power of will
So be 110 percent clear that Chaos is "ill"
Who'd thought he'd be the one to set brass straight in flames
That day they changed the "Name Of The Game"
Left home confused, found a blessing in a religious message
This dude speaks the truth, can't you see the proof?
Stock went through the roof as soon as he returned to the booth
Don't have time to fuck with facebook walls or twitter...
But that's just the life of a real proletariat go getter
[Chorus:]
Life is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fourteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
Ninety nine percent of the reason life will never be the same
They call him Chaos, and he's crazy
Crazy spitting verses that will one day be amazing
Em' get him out the dryer he's too fuckin' hot
Found them surfing around, while searching for answers
Them narcissistic platypus' stickin it to Americans
Pricks, cocks, bastards, only concerned about makin a buck
Eight years in the making, patiently waiting to blow
Soon the headlines will echo across the globe
Chaos got a partner in crime, name's wonder woman
The real superhero that kept him afloat
Shes the courage that makes the words flow out of his throat
He's not your everyday neighbor on the block
He knows how to work with what he's got
Always eyeing his pathway to the top
He often has fun adding design to a name
People keep asking him was his gift given at birth
And where did he finally lose that hope and self-worth?
Now he's living proof, rocking the booth
He'll get you buzzing quicker than a shot of liquor
Him and his crew are the best - ain't nobody quicker
Dedicated to what they do- give a hundred ten percent
Fuck The World- Nobody knows how or why he works so hard...... seems like he's running out of time
So much to say with each and every line
Few get to see him at work when that light goes on in his mind
Each design just appears in his head every time
Before he even touches a key or tries to bust a rhyme
And those motherfuckers beat him into submission,
YEAH, that document that he signed?
Ridiculous, the gun was to his head, he was in a bind.
So why did he do it?! He needed more behind the back time.
[Chorus - repeat 2x - Remember the Name]