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

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.

"We are at the gates of history," Khaled said, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that seemed to shake the ice in the crystal tumblers scattered around the console. "They didn't believe in us. They wanted us to stay in the corner. But we took the corner. We bought the block. And now, we feed the world." Drake stepped out of the shadows by the vocal booth

"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!" "We are at the gates of history," Khaled

Across from him, draped over a leather sofa, sat Rick Ross. The Boss was a mountain of calm. He struck a match against the heel of his alligator leather boot, lighting a cigar that cost more than most people's monthly rent. The flame illuminated his dark sunglasses. He took a slow drag and let the smoke billow out like a storm cloud. But we took the corner

"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.