Lirik Lagu Fuel Eminem dan Artinya, Diduga Sindir Kasus Pesta P Diddy dan Kontroversinya

Suara.com - Lagu terbaru Eminem yang berjudul Fuel menjadi viral di berbagai platform, diduga karena menyindir P Diddy, terkait kasusnya yang kontroversial. Berikut adalah lirik lagu Fuel Eminem dan artinya.

Lagu Fuel yang dirilis pada 12 Juli 2024, merupakan kolaborasi antara Eminem dan rapper JID. Lagu ini telah diunggah di saluran YouTube EminemMusic.

Fuel merupakan lagu ke-9 dalam album studio ke-12 Eminem berjudul The Death of Slim Shady (Coup De Grâce). Dalam liriknya, Eminem seolah memberi peringatan kepada para pendengar dan publik mengenai tuduhan pelecehan seksual yang ditujukan kepada P Diddy.

P Diddy sebelumnya terlibat dalam beberapa tuduhan, termasuk pemerasan, perdagangan seks, penipuan, pemaksaan, dan prostitusi. Saat ini P Diddy ditahan di penjara Brooklyn untuk menghadapi berbagai dakwaan di pengadilan. Akibat dari tuduhan berat tersebut, P Diddy menghadapi ancaman hukuman penjara minimal 15 tahun hingga seumur hidup.

Berikut adalah lirik lagu Fuel Eminem dan artinya yang diduga menyindir P Diddy.

Lirik Lagu Fuel Eminem

Smoking trees, I'm ridin' 'round
Come to my side of town
Lately, it's been goin', goin', goin', goin', goin' down (look, uh, look)

All of my niggas gon' ride with it
In the pocket, the rocket like Kellen Mond
Mama told me the power was in the tongue
But it probably ain't powerful as a gun
All of you little cowards get devoured, I'm givin' out flowers to anyone
I ain't been out the house in a minute 'cause I ain't wit' it if the money is miniature

I've been mindin' my business, I'm business-minded
I've been spendin' some time with the minister
'Cause them niggas spinnin' shit and still sinnin' in the City of God and it's sinister
Try to pray and repent in a synagogue or a mosque, a temple, a church
Them brown skin's sentiment niggas hurtin'
And murder's a common courtesy, for certainly
R.I.P. be on the shirt, search, lurk, murk, squirt, dirt, first (forty-eight)

My nigga doin' four plus eight without a court date
Talked the other day, he say he doin' okay
He good, he gainin' weight then got a sharp shank
He made, he say they played, they gotta partake
Homie got a heart full of hate and a face full of war paint
Eyes all red, full of rage and it's hard to escape from a dark place
East side niggas from the A, niggas all ages

Tryna sell a pound of the dog cage
All the OGs 'round town was our age
Danger, sex, and drugs, X and R-rated
Danger, sex, and drugs, shit be outrageous
But don't get this shit fucked up, my boy
You lucked up once then ya doubled up
I dribble and pass it to the cup and triple-double it
Get to the basket, get the cash and cuddle up
Cover up, bundle up, batter up (batter up)

Um, talk a lot of smack and I could back it up
Shawty wanna shag, wanna shack it up
I can put a pussy on a platter like a platypus
Nappy head, nigga, hair natted up
I said, "Barbara, " a nigga tatted up
I won't argue, nigga mad as fuck
'Cause they ain't compatible, I'm finna catapult
But niggas know it's goin' down, down, down, down, dow-dow-dow-dow-

If I run out of fuel, I won't
What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't
Run out of fuel?
Down, down, down, down, dow-dow-dow-dow- (run out of fuel)
That scares the fuck out of you

For a couple decades (brrt)
Been lettin' this TEC spray (brrt)
From that day that I met Dre (brrt)
So you liable to catch strays (brrt)
From the second you press play (what?)
I suggest they (what?)
Do not test like an essay (why?)
'Cause like where my homies out West stay (yeah)
We can just say (what?)
I'm like a R-A-P-E-R (yeah)
Got so many S-As (S-As), S-As (huh)

Wait, he didn't just spell the word, "Rapper" and leave out a P, did he? (Yep)
R.I.P., rest in peace, Biggie
And Pac, both of y'all should be living (yep)
But I ain't tryna beef with him (nope)
'Cause he might put a hit on me like , "Keefe D, get him"
And that's the only way you're gonna be killing me (nah)
Ain't gonna be on no beat, silly (yeah)

I beat the beat silly, on the grind like teeth gritting
Call me "obesity" (why?)
You think it's over? Wait, it's just beginning
Diss me and it ain't gonna be pretty (nah)
Used to be yea tall then I grew a little each day 'til I became God
Like James Todd, now your arms are too short to BK brawl
Indeed, they small like DJ Paul (woo)
My new Benz better than your truck by far
Bitch, suck my balls
You either smoke crack or you're playin' stickball in the street
'Cause you must be on base if you're thinkin' you can touch my car (yeah)