Remember the Name

You ready?
 Let's go!
 Yeah
 For those of you who want to know what we're all about
 It's like this y'all
 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!
 He doesn't need his name up in lights
 He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat of the mic
 He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
 In spite of the fact people still think that they know him
 But fuck them, he knows the code
 It's not about the salary
 It's all about reality and making some noise
 Makin' the story, makin' sure the clique stays up
 That means when he put it down, Tak's pickin' it up!
 Who the hell is he anyway?
 He never really talks much
 Unconcerned with status (but still leavin' them star struck)
 Humbled through opportunities given to him despite the fact
 That many misjudge him
 He makes a livin' from writin' raps
 (Now put it together) 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 it all unfolds, the skill of an artist
 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
 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 get a comment on his name
 People keep askin' him was it given at birth
 Or does it stand for an acronym?
 (No) He's living 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 doin', givin' a hundred percent
 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
 Those motherfuckers he runs with, with the kids that he signed
 Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?
 Eight years in the makin', waiting to blow
 Now the record with the Virgins 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
 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!