Artist: House of Pain f/ Guru (GangStarr) Album: The Truth Crushed to Earth Shall Rise Again Song: Fed Up (Album Remix) Typed by: dy_face@hotmail.com [Intro: Everlast] Yeah, ha ha, you know what time it is? House of Pain, killer rhyme Klik upon this piece CT, LK, gifted unlimited, Everlast, what's up? Ha ha, you know the entrepreneurs baby, what time is it? Ha ha [Everlast] 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 is 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, 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, so watch me churn There's only so many spots, they're Hard to Earn [Guru] Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin Too many men are judged by the color of the skin The apparatus gets blessed, suckers get put to rest No more of the unpure I got the cure for this mess The whackness is spreading like the plague MC's they wanna get paid but they can't make the fucking grade How many times are wannabe-us gonna try? Yo, they must wanna die cause they can't touch the knowledge I personify I travel through the darkness carrying my torch The illest soldier, when I'm holding down the fort For some time now, I've held the scrolls and manuscripts When I start to go all out, you be like: "Damn he flipped" Now I'm sick, fed up with the bullshit I got the lyrical full clip [Everlast] When you sell out to appeal to the masses You have to go back and enroll in some classes All you curve pieces start shaking your asses All you blunt holders take two pulls and pass it Back in '89 I dropped too much acid Back from Lake Havasu, out to Lake Placid While you're busy bragging on the people you blasted I'm asking how many days have you fasted [Chorus: Everlast X2] Get up, I'll break you down a little something I'm fed up, it's time to go head hunting Dead up, so many crews be fronting I'm fed up, it's time to go head hunting [Guru] I'm sick, demented, I smacked my manager The flow-fessional, addressing all y'all immatures And to your back, I got the Tre Piounce Siete Tell me why you're trying to claim that you a gangster, 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'ma 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 [Everlast] I chant eeny, meeny, miney, moe... I put seeds in your mental and I watch them grow Turn on the instrument and clock my flow Put the dough in my pocket then I rock the show Cause I know, and you know, this is how we do Salāmu alaykum 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're scheaming on testing me, kid, where you been I've 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 home chilling with your honey [Guru] I kick 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 And me and you won't have too much to discuss I don't know why, MCs will come to test for iodine 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 fourty, for rappers I slay I'm the quick draw, the outlaw, I doubt y'all Ready to fuck with me, so boy stop Or I'ma beat your ass like your Popps [Everlast] Get the real estate money and then the props [Chorus: Everlast X2] [Outro: Unidentified Reggae Singer]