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

"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..."

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. "I'm fed up," Usher sang, his voice soaring

"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. He looked up, his eyes narrowing

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 wind is blowing south tonight, Khaled," Ross

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.

"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."