Dj Khaled Fed Up Ft. Usher, Young Jeezy, Drake And Rick Ross (directors Cut) New Album 2010 -

The door to the back lounge swung open, and Young Jeezy walked in, flanked by two men who looked like they were made of granite. Jeezy didn't walk; he marched. His neck was heavy with diamonds that caught the light like strobe flashes. He didn't look at Drake. He didn't look at Ross. He looked straight at the soundboard.

From the far corner of the room, sitting at a baby grand piano that no one had noticed him playing, Usher looked up. He hadn't said a word all night. He wore a black leather vest over a bare chest, his skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. He struck a single, minor chord on the piano. The note hung in the air, melancholic and powerful, vibrating against the heavy bass traps in the walls. The door to the back lounge swung open,

"The streets are starving, Khaled!" Jeezy barked, slamming a fist on the table. "They don't want no polished radio hits. They want the truth. They want that snow. I’ve seen things that would turn these young boys' hair white overnight. I’m fed up with the fake talk. Let’s get to the money." He didn't look at Drake

Khaled stood behind the glass, his hands raised to the sky like a maestro conducting a symphony of raw, unadulterated ambition. He leaned into the talkback mic. From the far corner of the room, sitting

"The wind is blowing south tonight, Khaled," Ross rumbled, his voice like grinding stones. "The ships are in the harbor. The cargo is heavy." "It's too heavy," a new voice cut through.

"We need the soul," Khaled whispered. "We have the muscle. We have the hunger. We have the future. But we need the soul to tie the knot."

"I got the soul, Khaled," Usher said softly. "But soul hurts. You want me to tell them how it feels to have everything and still feel like you're losing? You want me to tell them about the sleepless nights in the penthouse?"