Sometimes I find my blogging inspiration in strange places.
It’s a good thing though, because while just having a list of blog topic ideas can work most of the time, sometimes, you just need something else to make it click.
Which was why when this came across my Pandora, I was thrilled. There’s a lot of merit to the lyrics, especially if you’re in the hustle of blogging to augment your business.
Listen to the song and I highly recommend you read the words as you go along (embedded below).
Then tell me it isn’t true. (Lyrics NSFW)
If you can not see the video click here
The Importance of Finding An Anthem
Now, I’m going to level with you. I’m not a Fort Minor fan. Aside from this song, I don’t know of anything else they did.
What I do know however is that trying to make money as a blogger is just as difficult as trying to be a professional rapper.
That’s why I get my blogging inspiration from this song.
Think about it, when you say “I’m going to be a blogger.” your friends and family don’t really take you seriously right? Saying, “I’m going to be a rapper.” is pretty much the same thing, only your clothes are a little baggier.
What I love about this song, and the reason it’s one of my inspiration anthems, is because it’s the perfect embodiment of that “I made it.” moment that we, as bloggers, so desperately crave.
The Formula For Success
If I were to break down what they say the equation is for people to remember your name it’s:
- 10% Luck
- 20% Skill
- 15% Concentrated Power of Will
- 5% Pleasure
- 50% Pain
Half… half of what you have to go through is pain.
Now, as a blogger, I’m not suggesting that the pain is always as bad as not knowing where you’re going to get your income from (though that’s certainly part of it, depending on how you start) but not having inspiration, not having readers, feeling like you’ll never go anywhere, having your guest posts rejected and the general insanity of blogging as a whole, wondering if you’re wasting your time… yeah, I’d say that adds up to 50% of the time.
At first glance, I didn’t want to accept the 5% pleasure piece, because I love what I do, but taking a step back, I realize that things like guest blogging isn’t quite as exciting as it used to be. I love it, and I still get excited about it, but the pleasure really comes from knowing that I’m perfecting a skill. It’s momentary, because it has to be.
Once you hit that benchmark, it’s on to the next one.
Listen To The Lyrics Because This Is Real Life
So, if you’ve been playing the song already, realize that the lyrics are the stories of these people’s lives.
The line “Eight years in the making, patiently waiting to blow” makes that really clear, to me anyways.
Yes, it’s easy to just hear the song as your typical rap garble, when you read through the lyrics, it becomes very clear that what they’re saying, the content of the rap itself, is a true story.
Then remember, someone in that group made the beat on their computer. Someone in that coached everyone on vocal dynamics to make the words sound cool. Someone in that group booked the gigs. Someone in that group reached out to the guy who would take them to the next level. Someone in that group provided everyone with inspiration and helped keep them all together.
And like it or not, the result of all of these things is the music video you see here.
Now if that’s not blogging inspiration for you, I don’t know what is.
“Remember The Name”
You ready?! Let’s 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!
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
Making the 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 them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he makes a living from writing raps
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never asking for someone’s help, or 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 twenty percent skill
Eighty percent beer
Be a hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill
Who would’ve thought that he’d be the one to set the west in flames
And I heard him wreck it 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’s giving him guest spots
His stock’s through the roof I heard he’s fuckin’ with S. Dot!
They call him Ryu, he’s sick
And he’s spitting 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 making, patiently waiting to blow
Now the record with Shinoda’s taking 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
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, got him rocking the booth
He’ll get you buzzing quicker than a shot of vodka with 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 motherfuckers he runs with,
The kids that he signed?
Ridiculous, without even trying,
How did he do it?!