Only a handful of them -- maybe -- could put a couple calls together in and actually make it happen. This isn't some hastily thrown together pastiche, either: This sounds a whole lot like the real thing.
Dre wasn't available to produce, presumably -- perhaps not even Sheeran has the clout to get the Doctor out of the office and back behind the boards -- but getting the legendary duo of Max Martin and Shellback along with regular recent Sheeran collaborator FRED together to approximate his sound is a pretty solid backup option.
The staccato guitars, pounded pianos, plucked strings and piercyng synths of "Remember the Name," played over a casually meancing stomp-clap beat, sound lifted straight from ; you can practically see Xzibit and Kurupt chilling on the studio couch while listening.
Throw verses over it from Em and 50, Dre's two greatest 21st-century disciples, and the effect is absolutely uncanny. What's most eerie, though, is the chorus. Of course, when any of Dr. Dre, Eminem or 50 Cent were in need of a proper hook during their primes, they would call on the late, great Nate Dogg -- the velvet-voiced soul man who served as the ultimate featured player for both the G-Funk and G-Unit eras, and scored classic hits alongside all three of those artists before passing away in And for a second in "Remember the Name," you wonder if they didn't somehow find a way to resurrect him: The hook approximates Nate Dogg's no-exaggeration-necessary delivery and sing-song swagger so expertly, you can't help but double-check the credits for his name.
But by the end of the chorus, you can tell it's just Ed play-acting again, well-studied and directed in the final missing piece of the ultimate homage. Whether that comes off as a loving tribute or a direspectful imitation is up to the listener's judgment, but you can't deny that the guy's done his homework. And besides, the song seems to be asking, If you had the chance to play the Nate Dogg part alongside Eminem and 50 Cent, would you pass it up?
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They call him Ryu The Sick, And he's spittin' fire with 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 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 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?! Fort Minor! Styles Of Beyond! Machine Shop! 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, 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, Ryu had the stupidest verse, This dude is the truth, now everybody be givin him guest spots, His stock's through the roof I heard he [ 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 other fellas he runs with, those kids that he signed?
The group is called Fort Minor. The album is called The Rising Tied. In stores November 22, For those of you that wanna know what we're all about 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!
They call him Ryu he's sick And he's spittin' fire with Mike Got him out the dryer he's hot Found him in Fort Minor with Tak What 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!
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 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?
Styles of Beyond! Green Lantern You ready?! Let's go Who the hell is he anyway? 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 it's 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, juice Him and his crew are known around as one of the best, Dedicated to what they doin' give a hundred percent C'mon, c'mon, c'mon What up Mike?
Haha, how's this for a fuckin remix, right? You got it Fort Minor! Whoa, hey Ladies and gentlemen, for those of you who want to know what we're really all about? Whoa, hey Let's do it like this Whoa, hey This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill, Whoa, hey Fifteen percent concentrated power of will, Whoa, hey Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain, Whoa, hey And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
Whoa, hey This is the remix Mike! Whoa, hey He never really talks much, Never concerned with status, but still leavin' them star struck, Humbled through opportunities, given to him despite the fact, Whoa, hey That many misjudge him, because he makes a livin' from writin raps, Put it together himself, now the picture connects, Whoa, hey Never askin' for someone's help, or to get some respect, He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach, Whoa, hey And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill, Whoa, hey Fifteen percent concentrated power of will, Whoa, hey Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain, Whoa, hey And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
Whoa, hey They call him Ryu The Sick, And he's spittin' fire with 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 He's not your everyday on the block, Whoa, hey He knows how to work with what he's got, Makin' his way to the top, People think its a common owners name, Whoa, hey 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, Whoa, hey 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, Whoa, hey Dedicated to what they doin' give a hundred percent Forget Mike, nobody really knows how or why he works so hard, Whoa, hey It seems like he's never got time, Whoa, hey Because he writes every note and he writes every line, Whoa, hey And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind, Whoa, hey It's like a design is written in his head every time, Whoa, hey Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme, Whoa, hey And those motherfuckers he runs with, those kids that he signed?
Whoa, hey Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?! Whoa, hey Yeah! Whoa Mike Shinoda! Whoa Fort Minor! Whoa Machine Shop! Whoa Green Lantern! Lets go ya'll! 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, still in their prime?
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Believe Me Features vocals by Styles Of Beyond. Remix by Cheapshot.
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