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Download/Stream 'Remember The Name Remix' by Kløn & Kris Norton: Join our Notification Squad! Click the 🔔 Trap City Discord! Trap City Instagram! Trap City Spotify! Follow Trap City Follow Kløn Lyrics – Enable by using video's subtitles (English) 📝 You ready? Let's go! Yeah! For those of you that wanna 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 **** 'em, he knows the code, it's not about the salary It's all about reality and making some noise Making a story, making sure his clique stays up That means when he puts it down, Tak's picking it up, let's go Who the hell is he, anyway? He never really talks much Never concerned with status but still leaving 'em star-struck Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact That many misjudge him 'cause he makes a living from writing raps Put it together himself, now the picture connects Never asking for someone's help (Help), or to get some respect ('Spect) He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach And now it all unfolds to the skill of an artist This is twenty percent skill (Uh), eighty percent beer Be a hundred percent clear, 'cause Ryu is ill (Next) Who would've thought he'd be the one to set the west in flames Then I heard him wreck it with The Crystal Method “Name of the Game“ (Uh-huh) Came back, dropped “Megadef,“ took 'em to church I like “Bleach“, man, Ryu had the stupidest verse (Ha-ha) This dude is the truth, now, everybody giving him guest spots His stock's through the roof, I heard he ******* 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 the Sick, and he's spitting fire with Mike Got him out the dryer, he's hot, found him in Fort Minor with Tak What a ******* nihilist, porcupine, he's a prick, he's a **** The type women wanna be with and rappers hope he gets shot Eight years in the making, patiently waiting to blow Now, the record with Shinoda's taking over the globe He's got a partner in crime, his **** is equally dope You won't believe the kind of **** 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, making his way to the top He often gets a comment on his name, people keep asking him “Was it given at birth or does it stand for an acronym?“ No, he's living proof (Proof), got him rocking the booth He'll get you buzzing quicker than a shot of vodka with juice (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 ************* he runs with, the kids that he signed? Ridiculous, without even trying, 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 #FortMinor #RememberTheName #TrapRemix #Trap #TrapMusic #TrapCity
