Fed Up Remix Lyrics by House Of Pain

Fed Up Remix Lyrics

    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
    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
    I'm asking how many days have you fasted

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    Get up i'll break ya down a little something
    I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting
    Dead up too many crews be fronting
    I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting
    Get up i'll break ya down a little something
    I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting
    Dead up too many crews be fronting
    I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting


    I'm sick, demented, i smack my manager
    The flow thats flessin
    I'm adressing all ya'll imatures
    Cause to your back, i got the "tre piounce piete"
    Tell me why you tryin' to claim that you a gansta', baby?
    But let's suppose you really had a burner(suppose)
    You would still need some lessons on how to hold it firmer
    Fuck a murder i'm a just kill 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 fuck out my face cause you don't know me jack

    Eney, 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
    Somalaku to the muslim
    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 i'm my only friend
    There's a killer on the road money it's the end
    And you might think that i'm a dummy
    But while you're out at the spot i'm homes' chilling with your honey

    I kicks flavor
    Like steven 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(in the dust)
    And me and you won't have too much to discuss
    I dont know why
    Mc's will come to test for ionide
    Master of myself, my wealth
    It's just my state of mind
    I stack my loot
    Just for a rainy day
    And you can parch on your forty
    Cause rappers i slay
    I'm the quick draw
    The outlaw
    I doubt ya'll
    Ready to fuck with me
    So boy stop
    Or, i'm a beat your ass
    Like your pops

    Hit the real estate money and then the props

    Chorus


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