Fed Up (remix) Lyrics - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again - House Of Pain

I say brothers are amused by other brother's reps 

But they're all playin' 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 makin' has got you frontin' and fakin' 

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 tryin' to flaunt it, but it's just Blue Bonnet 

And now it's my turn, kid, so watch me churn 

There's only so many spots, they hard to earn 

Pack it up, pack it in 

Let me begin 

Too many men are judged by the color of their skin 

The apparatus gets blessed, suckers get put to rest 

The more the impure, I got the cure for his vest 

The whackest, is spreadin' like a plague 

MC's they wanna get paid, but they can hit the f****' grave 

How many times are wannabe's gonna try 

Yo, they must wanna die 

'Cause they can't touch the knowledge I personify 

I travel through the darkest, carryin' my torch 

The illest soldier when I'm holdin' down the fort 

For some time now, a thousand scrolls and manuscripts 

When I start to go all out, you be like damn he flipped 

Now I'm sick and fed up with the bull shit 

I got that lyrical full clip 

When you sellout to appeal to the masses 

You have to go back and enroll in some classes 

All you earth pieces start shakin' your asses 

All you blunt holders take two pulls and pass it 

Back in '89 I dropped too much acid 

Rock from Lake Habasu, out to Lake Placid 

While you busy braggin' on the people you've blasted 

I'm askin' how many days have you fasted 

CHORUS: 

Get up, I'll break it down a little somethin' 

I'm fed up, it's time to go head huntin' 

Dead up, too many crew be frontin' 

I'm fed up, it's time to go head huntin' 

I'm sick, demented, smack my manager 

The professional, addressin' all y'all amateurs 

And to your back I got the ???tres crown siente??? 

Tell me why you tryin' to claim you were gangsta baby 

And let's suppose you really had a burner 

You still would 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 

Mutterin' about, my man this, my homey that 

You need to get the f*** out my face 'cause you don't know me jack 

I say eeny, meney, miny, mo 

I put seeds in your mental, and I watch them grow 

Turn on the instrumental and clock my flow 

Put the dough in my pocket, and I rock the show 

'Cause I know, and you know, this is how we do 

[Salama lakem] to the Muslim 

[Shalom] to the Hebrew 

Greed, lust, envy, sloth 

Gluttony, pride, and wrath, do the math 

These seven deadly sins represent my jinn 

You schemin' on testin' me, kid, where you been 

I've been told all my life I'm a 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 home chillin' with your honey 

I kicks flavor 

Like Steven King a write the horror 

If you want to see tomorrow, and when I lead, you 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 

I don't know why, MC's will come to test the ???eye and I??? 

Master of self, my wealth, it's just my state of mind 

I stack my loot, just for the rainy day 

And you can pour out your 40, for rappers I slay 

I'm the quick draw, the outlaw, I doubt your 

Ready to f*** with me, so boy stop 

Or I'm a beat that ass like your pops 

[Get the real estate, money, and then the props] 

CHORUS 

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Cockni O'Dire