Fed Up Remix

I say brothers are amused by other brothers reps

But they're all playing roles just like omar epps

I see so many players i wonder where the coach is

My name's everlast i'm hard to kill like roaches

The dough that you're making has got you fronting and faking

Your heart's been shook your brain's cooked like bacon

Can't believe you're not butter you thought you was on it

Out trying to flaunt it but it's just blue bonnet

And now it's my turn kid watch me churn

There's only so many spots they're had to earn



Pack it up pack it in

Let me begin

Too many men are judged by the color of their skin

Their apparatus gets blessed,

Suckers get put to rest

The more damn pure

I got the cure for this fest

The wackness is spreading like a plague

Mc's, they wanna get paid

But they cant make the fuckin' grade

How many times you wannabe's gonna try?

Yo they just style like dockers

They cant touch the knowelege i disordify

I tavel through the darkness carrying my torch like a soldier

When i'm holdin down the fort

For some time, now

Others callin it manuscript

When i stop to go a top

They be like damn he flipped

Now i'm sick, and fed up wit that bullshit

I got that lyrical front tip



When you sell out to appeal to the masses

You have to go back and enroll in some classes

All you worthless pieces start shaking your asses

All you blunt holders take two pulls and pass it

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