有一首歌一开头是are you ready let go 然后one,one什么的,two,two for the sh

有一首歌一开头是are you ready let go 然后one,one什么的,two,two for the show,three,three什么的
节奏感蛮强的,叫什么来着,我只听了开头大概45秒的样子

歌名是Remember the name
Remember The Name
Fort Minor
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 (c'mon!)
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
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 makin' 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 much
Never
concerned with status but still leavin' them star struck
Humbled through
opportunities given to him despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he
makes a livin' from writin raps
Put it together himself,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 when it all
unfolds,the skill of an artist
This is twenty percent skill
Eighty
percent fear
Be a hundred percent clear 'cause Ryu is ill
Who would've
thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames
And I heard him
wreckin' with The Crystal Method,Name Of The Game
Came back dropped Megadef,
took 'em to church
I like 'bleach,man,why you have the stupidest
verse?
This dude is the truth,now everybody be givin' him guest spots
His
stock's through the roof I heard he fuckin' with S-Dot!
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
They call him Ryu,he’s sick
And he’s
spittin fire with Mike
Got him out the dryer he's hot
Found him in Fort
Minor with Tak
What a fuckin’ nihilist porcupine
He's a prick,he's a
cock
The type women want to be with
And rappers hope he get shot
Eight
years in the makin'
Patiently waitin to blow
Now the record with Shinoda's
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
Tak
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 gets a comment on
his name
People keep askin him was it given at birth
Or does it stand for
an acronym?
No,he's livin' 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 do and give a hundred
percent
Forget Mike
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
And those motherfuckers he runs with,
those kids that he signed
Ridiculous,without even tryin',how do they do
it?
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
Yeah
Fort Minor,M.Shinoda
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