Charles Calello - Fed Up (remix) lyrics

(Everlast: Yeah Haha You know what time it is House Of Pain k**a Rhyme Klik Up in this piece Scheme Team Ill Kid Gifted Unlimited Everlast What's up Haha You know that's your que baby What time is it ? Haha ) [Verse 1: Everlast] I say brothers are amused by other brothers reps But theyre all playing roles just like Omar Epps I see so many players I wonder where the coach is My names Everlast I'm hard to k** like roaches The dough that youre making has got you fronting and faking Your hearts been shook your brains cooked like bacon Can't believe youre not bu*ter you thought you was on it Out trying to flaunt it but its just Blue Bonnet And now its my turn kid watch me churn Theres only so many spots theyre had to earn [Verse 2: Guru] Pack it up pack it in So let me begin Dont make me have to smack your dumb a** into a head spin Youre left in suspense from the aura of my presence Trying to get props under false pretense You wanna say something but youre not sure If Im a dis ya cause youre not pure Like the cheap version that gets cut with baking soda If you had game you still couldn't get over I know your crews gotta be crazy weak Cause I can judge them by the company they keep Way deep is how I get into this rap thing While youre napping I got your chicks titties flapping Shes asking for me to hit her off lovely Im a slay all you punks like as if I was Bugsy [Verse 3: Everlast] When you sell out to appeal to the ma**es You have to go back and enroll in some cla**es All you curve pieces start shaking your a**es All you blunt holders take two pulls and pa** it Back in 89 I dropped too much acid Rock from Lake Habasoo out to Lake Placid While you busy ragging on the people you blasted Im asking how many days have you fasted [Hook x2] Get up Ill break ya down a little something Im fed up its time to go head hunting Dead up too many crews be fronting Im fed up its time to go head hunting [Verse 4: Guru] Hey whats that sound dont turn around To your back I got the grey ground Hard for you chumps that act odd The ones faking jacks packing guns acting hard But lets suppose you really had a burner You would still need some lessons on how to hold it firmer f** a murder Im a just k** your ego Cause we know that you ain't really got no people Murdering a prop my man this my homey that You need to get the f** out my face cause you dont know me jack [Verse 5: Everlast] Eeny meeny miney moe I put seeds in your mental and I watch em grow Turn on the instrument and then clock my flow Put the dough in my pocket and I rock the show Cause I know and you this is how we go As-salamu alaykum to the m**m Shalom to the Hebrew Geed lust envy sloth gluttony pride and wrath do the math These seven deadly sins represent my jinn You scheming on testing me kid where you been I been told all my life Im my only friend Theres a k**er on the road money its the end And you might think that Im a dummy But while you're out at the spot Im home chilling with your honey [Verse 6: Guru] I kicks flavor Like Stephen King I write the horror If you wanna see tomorrow when I lead you're best to follow Or you'll be left along the road in the dust And me and you won't have too much to discuss Trust me I be the gifted unlimited Too many of these rappers blowing up because of gimmicks kid You ain't did the bid you ain't never pulled the trigger You battle me I make you stagger more than liquor I get raw I'm quickdraw the outlaw I dealt y'all Ready to f** with me so boy you better stop Cause Im a beat your a** like your pops Get the real estate money and then the props [Hook x2] co*kni O Dire: If any manna fake moves fuh dey ma of this ditch Dem bwoy get anyone rich Fuh dey men'a fake jock you be f**in dem claarts Pick up a buckle and you be f**in dem claarts Anyone claart, you be f**in dem claarts...