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

"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."

Khaled smiled. It was a slow, predatory grin. This was exactly what he wanted. The tension. The hunger. The raw, unfiltered ambition of kings fighting for a single crown. "The streets are starving, Khaled

"I'm looking at the numbers, Khaled," Drake said, running a hand through his hair. "I'm looking at the city. Everyone wants a piece of this. I’m tired of playing nice. I’m tired of smiling for the cameras when I know what they say when I leave the room. I’m just… I’m fed up." "Then put that pain in the microphone, boy!" They want that snow

"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?" Let’s get to the money

"We the best," Khaled whispered to the tape running in the machine. "And the world is about to find out why."

The lights in the warehouse did not flicker; they hummed. Outside, the Miami humidity pressed hard against the metal walls, but inside, the air was freezing and smelled of expensive cologne, Cuban tobacco, and jet fuel.

Drake stepped out of the shadows by the vocal booth. He was young, his face fresh, wearing a pristine grey crewneck sweater that looked far too innocent for the heavy air in the room. He held a BlackBerry in his hand, his thumb furiously scrolling through lines of text.