Перевод песни Fort Minor – Remember The Name
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You ready? Lets go! Yeah, for those of you who 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 about reality and making some noise Makin' a 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 despite the fact That many mis judge him because he makes a livin from writin raps Put it together himself, now the picture connects Never askin for someone's help, and 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 beer Be one hundred percent clear, 'cause Ryu is ill Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames Then I heard him wreckin with The Crystal Method, "The Name Of The Game" Came back dropped Megadef, took 'em to church I like bleach man, Ryu had the stupidest verse This dude is the truth, now everybody givin him guest spots His stock's through the roof I heard he fuckin with S-Dot! It's just ten percent luck, Twenty percent skill, Fiftteen percent concentrated power of will, Five percent pleasure, Fifty percent pain, And a hundred perecnt reason to remember the name! They call him Ryu he's sick And he's spittin' fire and 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 woman 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 wont 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 (juice) Him and his crew are known around as one of the best Dedicated to what they do n 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 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! 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, Styles of Beyond! Ryu, Takbir! Machine Shop!