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remember the name


you ready?! lets 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 10% luck
20% skill
15% concentrated power of will
5% pleasure
50% pain
and 100% reason to remember the name!
mike!

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 making 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 (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

it's just 20% skill
80% beer, be
a 100% clear cause ryu is ill
who would've thought 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 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!

this is 10% luck
20% skill
15% concentrated power of will
5% pleasure
50% pain
and 100% reason to remember the name!

they call him ryu the sick
and he's spittin fire and mike
got him out the dryer he's hot
found him in fort minor with tak
been a fuckin annihilist 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 thinks its a common artist's 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 and give 100%

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 trying, how do they do it?!

this is 10% luck
20% skill
15% concentrated power of will
5% pleasure
50% pain
and 100% reason to remember the name!

this is 10% luck
20% skill
15% concentrated power of will
5% pleasure
50% pain
and 100% reason to remember the name!

yeah! fort minor
m. shinoda
styles of beyond -
ryu! takbir! machine shop!

where'd you go?

where'd you go?
i miss you so
seems like it's been forever
that you've been gone

she said "some days i feel like shit
some days i wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit,"
i don't understand why you have to always be gone
i get along but the trips always feel so long
and, i find myself trying to stay by the phone
'cause your voice always helps me and i feel so alone
but i feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call
but when i pick up i don't have much to say
so, i want you to know it's a little fucked up
that i'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin'
tellin' you that i've had it with you and your career
me and the rest of the family here singing "where'd you go?"

where 'd you go?
i miss you so
seems like it's been forever
that you've been gone
where'd you go?
i miss you so
seems like it's been forever
that you've been gone
please come back home...

come back home...
you know the place where you used to live
used to barbeque up burgers and ribs
used to have a little party every halloween with candy by the pile
but now, you only stop by every once in a while
shit, i find myself just fillin' my time
with anything to keep the thought of you from my mind
i'm doin' fine, i 'm planin' to keep it that way
you can call me if you find you have somethin' to say
and i'm tellin' you, i want you to know it's a little fucked up
that i'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin'
tellin' you that i've had it with you and your career
me and the rest of the family here singing "where'd you go?"

where'd you go?
i miss you so
seems like it's been forever
that you've been gone
where'd you go?
i miss you so
seems like it's been forever
that you've been gone
please come back home...

i want you to know it's a little fucked up
that i'm stuck here waitin', no longer debatin'
tired of sittin' and hatin' and makin' these excuses
for why you're not around, and feeling so useless
it seems one thing has been true all along
you don't really know what you got 'til it's gone
i guess i've had it with you and your career
when you come back i won't be here and you can sing it...

where'd you go?
i miss you so
seems like it's been forever
that you've been gone
where'd you go?
i miss you so
seems like it's been forever
that you've been gone
please come back home...
please come back home...
please come back home...
please come back home...
please come back home...

back home

back home
everybody's searching for somethin
but all they can find is a whole lot of nothin
back home
ain't nobody hoping and praying
'cause they feel like nothing can save 'em
and they try to hold out but they can't fight the fact that
life goes black when those lights go out
but i guess you gotta just watch out for your own
'cause ain't a damn thing free
back home

back home / they holler "disciple" and "blackstone"
same block the freebase yo we trapped on
where our grandmothers marched / the guns clap on
there's liquor stores, beauty supplies, and rap songs
i travel the world just to come back to it
the crib got a lot of soul like black music
i'm attached to it
in many ways this city raised me / and gave me
the drama, honor, and bravery
the streets seem hollow / when i go to chicago
it's cheap wine and sorrow
times is hard to swallow
in search of god's tomorrow / i borrow words from the
bible / and use them for survival / gangs rival
signs painted on walls like hiero / glyphics
i tell 'em that this is all tribal
used to do dirt / shorty's goin' through the same cycle
and trials like michael / tryin' not to stay idle

back home it's not compton but close
the same problems exist and the pain throbbin
and folks are so common
it don't / really bother us much we just swallow it / uh
crack the bottle and smoke / hope tomorrow something
magical happens that'll put me back in the biz
but the chances of it acutally happening's kinda slim
back home / we get the good life at a glimpse
in the form of a rap star, drug dealers, and pimps
i'm back home

back home / i try my best to keep it together it's cold
like the windy city streets of december
i pace back and forth / looking for the courage to shine
but can't lap the source / need something to nourish my mind
i know we all lose quite a bit in life
only to gain some
life or the dark winding roads we came from
but i move with the night / so i'm used to the shade
and never lose sight / bringing truth back to the game

back home / we've got a lot of shit on our minds
we're always behind on something cause there's not enough time
and we're non-stop / bottom line / doing what we gotta do
to get some food in the fridge and stay out of the hospital
back home there's people calling us hopeless
people trying to tell us all we need is some focus
but focus
focus is overrated
cause you see every blemish and mistake and can't change it
back home is alvarado / k-town and j-town
or little tokyo for those that don't know
where figures shiver / living right in the littler
where kids write bigger / right inside the la river
on the concrete / a symbol of our everyday way
its that color and concentration over heavy and grey
and by the time the ink dries on this page
i'll be half a day away from the place where i stay

we takin' it back home ya'll
yeah its common sense(yeah)
my guy mike (what up com)
sob (uhuh)
yeah thats how we rotate
its good music (hahaha)
hip hop (it dont stop)
its home for me baby (yeah)

red to black



i had a friend named victor
the two of us used to hang every single day
and it seemed like overnight that his whole life just changed
i know when his mom and dad broke up
it didnt make sense but i know that his dad was a drunk
and he gambled away the rent
pretty soon vic was seein red
pissed off but instead
he'd drink every night til he passed out
then he’d do it all again
the whole time smiling on the outside to cover the pain
but on the inside all he was tryin to do was get away

he's dying to get away
let the pain of yesterday go slipping through the cracks

yo, funny how things change color
then fade to another shade
when you had it made it was all good
but now look just another day
it was so fresh it was so clean
now its all gone
1, 2, 3, lights out
which way to turn
can't get a grip
all alone in the big white house
everyday gets worse and you just curse
'til your head bursts and it hurts so bad
she left like yourself should have thought of that one first
no family, no kids, can’t accept what you did
now you wanna runaway but you can’t cuz the past comes back again

slippin through the cracks
sip a little jack
go to bed half dead
what about rent
why does every cent gotta be a bet
whens it gonna end
oh my god, we dont got a penny left my mom’s gotta find a way to get a job
outta debt, outta dodge, outta breath, outta this big problem
my pops wanna get away from the pain
in a better place in his brain
but the medication he takes makes him wasted
so sick he was gonna think the good lord would come take him
im shakin him wake up you son of a bitch

he’s dying to get away
let the pain of yesterday go slipping through the cracks
hiding himself away watching all the memories fade
away from red to black

he’s dying to get away
let the pain of yesterday go slipping through the cracks
hiding himself away watching all the memories fade
away from red to black

high road



lets go ya'll

these people are running off at the mouth
tryin to convince me that i'm running on empty
tryin to convince themselves that the record with jay was a fluke
that the record that i'm makin is a mistake
and i cant take this
lemme tell you where i'm at with this
you bastards are gonna have to take back that shit
i'm not plastic and fake
when i make tracks i take facts and lay them out for the masses
you assholes are gonna see soon that i'm not playin
and start askin me the names that i'm not sayin
but i'm tryin to be bigger than the bickerin
bigger than the petty name callin
under the breath talkin
rumors and labels and categorization
i'm like a struggling doctor, no patients
but you can say what you want about me
keep talkin while i'm walkin away
(bitches)

you can say what you have to say
'cause my mind's made up anyway
i'm taking the high road going above you
this is the last time that i'm gonna trust you
you can say what you have to say
'cause my mind's made up anyway
all that bullshit you talk might work a lot
but it's not gonna work today

you people are running off at the mouth
tryin to make me take myself off safety
tryin to make my friends turn their backs on the team we built
buildin up some mistaken information
and i cant take this
lemme spell it out plain for you
angry groups complain about the things we do
i'm not changing direction, i'm stepping my game up
maintainin my name, the same way i came up
you're gonna see that i'm not playin
and start asking me the names that i'm not sayin
but im tryin not to mention the names of people who wanna siphon attention
you like the hype of pretendin you're part of the picture won't pass
you're like a high school dropout, no class
you can say what you want about me
keep talkin while i'm walkin away
(bitch)

you can say what you have to say
cuz my mind's made up anyway
i'm taking the high road going above you
this is the last time that i'm gonna trust you
you can say what you have to say
cuz my mind's made up anyway
all that bullshit you talk might work a lot
but it's not gonna work today

why does it always have to be
somebody's always watching me
all i really need is some room to breathe
is anybody out there listening?
cuz i cant stand to keep this in
all i really want, i'll say again

you can say what you have to say
cuz my mind's made up anyway
i'm taking the high road going above you
this is the last time that i'm gonna trust you
you can say what you have to say
cuz my mind's made up anyway
all that bullshit you talk might work a lot
but it's not gonna work today

feel like home



these days are dark and the nights are cold
people actin like they lost their soul
and everywhere i go, i see another person like me
tryin to make it all feel like home (feel like home)
these days are dark and the nights are cold
people actin like they lost their soul
and everywhere i go, i see another person like me
tryin to make it all feel like home

standin on the bridge in the dark
and i'm seein my breath
tryin to make it home without freezin to death
and my grandfather's face is stuck in my mind
and how seein him tonight's gonna be the last time
i shoulda brought a jacket
blowin in my hands like it's really gonna stop the chill
i buy a cup of coffee with a 5 dollar bill
thinkin layin in that box people look so still
at times like these you start thinking
your first breath in and the clock starts tickin
i'm not tryin to bum anyone out
not trying to be dramatic just thinkin out loud
im just trying to make some sense in my mind
some defense from the cold that i'm feelin outside
and for a minute escapewith some rhythm and rhyme
and get away from the grey just a bit at a time

kinda funny how this world can treat ya
like a freak in a sideshow
a carnival creature
climbin outta cans, im a diamond in the sand
but you cant tell the difference in a beach of rhinestones
my life's like tryin to swallow a pinecone
it's tough when you live fast just to die slow
talk to dial tones my dreams are far fetched it seems
so i sleep underneath this park bench
i know it dont make sense and i dont expect for you to know what it's like
smoke, drink, pissin everything off in my sight
push rocks in a pipe
lift-off i keep puffin til my lips turn white
and my chest gets tight
but who the fuck really cares when you're so far left that even death looks right
all i can do is hope for the best and pray that it gets a little better than yesterday

these days are dark and the nights are cold
people actin like they lost their soul
and everywhere i go, i see another person like me
tryin to make it all feel like home
these days are dark and the nights are cold
people actin like they lost their soul
and everywhere i go, i see another person like me
tryin to make it all feel like home

yo
part of me, i think i [mixed the word] - this isn't right but no idea what it really is - "next to hurl"??
too many problems goin on thats why i left my girl
packed my bags and i travel with a pen and my notepad
who said i was broke and all the things that i dont have
but still i try to find a way to escape from what i hate
planted in my head that led to mistakes
but now im breakin the mold see i was patient and calm
many sleep in the rain but i'm awake in the storm
writin my life in a short film
the rise and fall
how i managed to scorch hills and climb the wall
pound pavement, aimless in this cold existence
even the things that change and i'm going the distance
overcoming the depth i had controlled for so long
and put it all behind me cos life still goes on
now i'm much stronger, i know where i stand
we'll all soul search over and over again

these days are dark and the nights are cold
people actin like they lost their soul
and everybody's tryin not to cry
tryina get by and tryin not to feel outta control
and if you look hard enough, sometimes you'll find
a place that might just remind you of home
but if it doesn't feel like home,
you can do what i do
just pretend you don't feel so alone (so alone, so alone...)

feel like home

cigarettes



man i love this rap game
mainly cuz its cool
to add a little spice to the life you've been through
everyone exaggerates a tiny little bit
make that shit sound more gangster than it really is
you can't appear weak man
we wanna hear street
we wanna hear you spit your thug over this here beat
don't take it as sarcastic
i can't get enough
i'm telling you
you can call my bluff
if it's not rough, then i really don't need it
i'm not even ashamed
i got too much reality that's filling up my brain
so sell me on that product, i'm addicted to the game
suck it up like a cigarette, light it up (man)

it's just like a cigarette, it's something that i do
once in a while but between me and you
it's just like a cigarette, your body's really fooled
i dont want the truth, i wanna feel fucking cool

let me tell you something that i realize tonight
my hip hop radio's like marlboro light
they're both selling stories and they sound about the same
cigarettes say they're safe, rappers claim they really bang
we don't care if it's true when we lay the money down
we don't believe the words, we just love the way they sound
they're acting like we're idiots, they're lying to our face
maybe we are idiots, we buy it anyway

i'm runnin' out to get the next rapper's cd
just suckin' up the guns, drugs, and misogyny
the same way that i suck up all the stories
when i breathe that little bit of death supposedly cancer-free and
everything they say's got the truth twisted up
but twisted up's what i want man, i can't get enough
cuz even though we know it's all just a big bluff
we just light another up, what
we don't give a fuck

it's just like a cigarette, it's something that i do
once in a while but between me and you
it's just like a cigarette, your body's really fooled
i don't want the truth, i wanna feel fucking cool

its just like a cigarette, its something that i do
over and over but between me and you
it's just like a cigarette, your body's really fooled
i don't want the truth, i wanna feel fucking cool

man listen to my words, listen for a while
lip service radio, don't touch the dial
if you're in the car
turn up the track man
give your whole neighborhood some second hand rap

hey, matter of fact, listen for a while
lip service radio, dont touch the dial
if you're in the car man
turn up the track
give the whole neighborhood some second hand rap

it's just like a cigarette, it's something that i do
once in a while but between me and you
it's just like a cigarette, your body's really fooled
i don't want the truth, i wanna feel fucking cool

just like a cigarette, it's something that i do
over and over but between me and you
it's just like a cigarette, your body's really fooled
i dont want the truth, i wanna feel fucking cool

believe me



yeah

i guess
that this is where we've come to
if you don't want to
then you don't have to believe me
but i won't be there when you go down
just so you know now
you're on your own now believe me

yeah, i don't want to be the one to blame
you like fun and games
keep playing em
i'm just sayin
think back then
we was like one and the same
on the right track
but i was on the wrong train
it's like that
now you've got to face the pain
and the devil's got a fresh new place to play
in your brain like a maze you can never escape the rain
every damn day is the same shade of grey

hey, i used to have a little bit of a plan
used to have a concept of where i stand
but that concept slipped right out of my hand
now i don't really even know who i am
yo, what do i have to say
maybe i should do what i have to do to break free and
what ever happens to you, we'll see
but it's not gonna happen with me

i guess
that this is where we've come to
if you don't want to
then you don't have to believe me
but i won't be there when you go down
just so you know now
you're on your own now believe me

back then, i thought you were just like me
somebody who could see all the pain i see
but you proved to me unintentionally
that you would self-destruct eventually
now i'm thinking like the mistake i made doesn't hurt
but it's not gonna work
cause it's really much worse than i thought
i wished you were something that you were not
and now this guilt is really all that i got

uh,you turned your back
and walked away in shame
all you got is a memory of pain
nothing makes sense so you stare at the ground
and hear my voice in your head when no one else is around
what do i have to say
maybe i should do what i have to do to break free and
what ever happens to you, we'll see
but it's not gonna happen with me

i guess
that this is where we've come to
if you don't want to
then you don't have to believe me
but i won't be there when you go down
just so you know now
you're on your own now believe me

i guess
that this is where we've come to
if you don't want to
then you don't have to believe me
but i won't be there when you go down
just so you know now
you're on your own now believe me

i'll do what i have to do
you're on your own now believe me

what ever happens to you
you're on your own now believe me

what do i have to say
you're on your own now believe me

it's not gonna happen with me
you're on your own now believe me

be somebody

green lantern
uh
ms
lupe
ya know, i'm a fan man, i'm a real fan
(gonna be somebody)
feel real honored to be up in here, ya know i'm sayin
(gonna be someone)
they had to bring out the expensive mics for this one
(gonna be somebody)
ya know i'm sayin the seven thousand dolla headphones for this one here
yeah, ya know i'm sayin
(gonna be someone)
comeon, talk to em

this is the story of them against us
win or lose
forcin' your feet into someone else's shoes
everybody's got somein to say
that we oughta live their way
what we're doin's not okay
in this world
everybody's got a chip on
both sides of their neck
got no respect
wait up a sec
you ever feel like the pressure's too much too take
too much weight
ladies and gentlemen
if anybody can hear me right now
please shout back
we're not the only ones feelin so trapped
in a dream of somebody else
in fact
they got their heads full of some overblown scheme
opportunity they missed
back when they were sixteen
and all they want to do is push you to be that
and all you wanna do is scream back

gonna be somebody
for anybody tellin me i can't
gonna be someone
for anyone who told me i had no chance
gonna be somebody
i'm tellin you the time has come (like that)
gonna be someone
and maybe you'll get it when i'm finally done

we don't sleep to dream
we sleep to build stamina
energy to do our thing
get your camera
cuz this ride is about to begin
sit down, and buckle it in
let me say it again
in this world
everybody's got a chip on
both sides of their neck
got no respect
wait up a sec
when i was young
they said the odds of makin it
were slim, to none
ladies and, fuck it
i'm tired of them sayin' the dream you have
doesn't exist
tellin you you're worthless
sayin' you should quit
basically tellin' you
that you'll never be shit
really they're pissed
cuz they'll never achieve
some opportunity they missed
back when they were sixteen
and all they want to do is push you to be that
and all you wanna do is scream back

uh
they gone think you're crazy
mumblin' to yourself
in the basement all day
uh-uh-uhin to ya self
my pops didn't dig it
was shovelin to myself
my boys used to get it
they dug it because they felt
my undertakin' took me
i was makin' in my stealth
for wealth of rhymes, of crazy
i was chuckin' to myself
then they went into the mental rolodex
see i'm knowin' bout heart
like a brain in my chest
and i took up a school
where subjects was gettin' felt
books under my seat
no book layin on my desk
my teacher's like, mr. jacob
yes?
with all that knowledge
you ain't tryin' to go to college
be a lawyer or a doctor
get a whole lotta dollas
rather degrade women
and glorify violence
well the work that works for me
might not work for you
no homework, i got work to do

gonna be somebody
for anybody tellin me i can't
gonna be someone
for anyone who told me i had no chance
gonna be somebody
i'm tellin you the time has come (like that)
gonna be someone
and maybe you'll get it when i'm finally done

(im finally done)

this is an invasion
fort minor
the rising tied
in stores
november twenty two