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

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.

DJ Khaled stood in the center of the room, draped in a black velvet tracksuit that absorbed the harsh glare of the overhead fluorescent grids. He wasn't yelling. Not yet. He was staring at a massive, custom-built soundboard that looked like the cockpit of a stealth bomber. From the far corner of the room, sitting

"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!" He struck a single, minor chord on the piano

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. He wasn't yelling

"I'm fed up," Usher sang, his voice soaring effortlessly over the crashing horns, a perfect blend of pain and power. "I'm tired of the games... I given 'em my all, and they still want more..."

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