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

Khaled reached out and slammed his hand down on the master fader of the soundboard. The beat dropped.

"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." Khaled reached out and slammed his hand down

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. "They didn't believe in us

"I want the world to feel it, Ursh!" Khaled shouted, finally letting his signature energy explode. "I want them to feel the pain of success! I want them to know we bled for this!" We bought the block

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.

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.

Outside the booth, Drake was nodding, his thumb stopped on his phone. He looked up, his eyes narrowing. The competitive fire was lit. He stepped up to the second mic station, ready to prove he belonged among these giants.