Remember the Name - Melody Fall

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 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 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, 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 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

People think its a common owners 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 doin give 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

And those motherfuckers he runs with, those kids that he signed?

Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?!

Eight years in the makin, patiently waitin 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 wont 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!