Lirik Lagu "Fuel - Eminem" yang Diduga untuk Sindir P Diddy

tirto.id - Rapper Eminem baru saja merilis sebuah lagu berjudul "Fuel" yang berkolaborasi dengan rapper JID. Fuel rilis pada 12 Juli 2024, dan telah diunggah ke YouTube EminemMusic.

Lagu ini, diduga untuk menyindir P Diddy yang kini tengah menjadi perbincangan di seluruh dunia. Rapper P Diddy diduga terjerat sejumlah kasus di antaranya konspirasi pemerasan, perdagangan seks, penipuan, pemaksaan, hingga urusan prostitusi.

Akibat sederet tuduhan berat itu, P Diddy atau Sean Combs harus mendekam sementara di penjara Brooklyn guna menghadapi sejumlah tuduhan di pengadilan.

Dari berbagai tuduhan berat itu, P Diddy terancam hukuman penjara minimal 15 tahun dan maksimal seumur hidup.

Merespons kasus P Diddy ini, rapper Eminem merilis lagu bertajuk “Fuel”. Daily Mail, pada Rabu (25/9) mengatakan bahwa para penggemar Eminem, akhirnya menyadari arti sebenarnya dari salah satu bait lagu “Fuel” ini.

Para fans Eminem mengatakan, bahwa lirik lagu “Fuel” merupakan sebuah sindiran kepada rapper P Diddy. Lewat liriknya, Eminem mencoba memperingatkan para pendengarnya, dan juga publik, mengenai tuduhan pelecehan seksual yang dilakukan oleh Diddy.

Menurut banyak penggemarnya yang sangat intens mendengarkan “Fuel”, rapper Eminem, dengan sangat cerdas menulis lirik lagu “Fuel” dengan berbagai makna ganda.

Eminem menulis lirik “Fuel” dengan kata-kata yang bisa dimaknai berbeda, hingga berbagai frasa yang terbuka. Inilah yang membuat lirik lagu ini, terbuka untuk berbagai interpretasi.

Yang jelas, menurut para penggemarnya, Eminem memang selalu menjadi seorang rapper jenius, khususnya bila ia menulis lirik. Dan lewat “Fuel” ini, Eminem sedang memberi tahu kepada publik, mengenai deretan kebejatan yang sudah dilakukan rapper P Diddy.

Dirujuk dari Genius, “Fuel” ini merupakan lagu ke-9 dalam album studio ke-12 Eminem, bertajuk The Death of Slim Shady (Coup De Grâce).

“Fuel” menampilkan rapper asal Atlanta Timur, JID yang juga sempat muncul dalam video musik Eminem, bertajuk “Doomsday Pt. 2” pada awal tahun ini. Lantas, bagaimanakah sebenarnya lirik dari lagu “Fuel” ini?

Lirik Lagu "Fuel" - Eminem & JID

Berikut adalah lirik lagu "Fuel" dari Eminem, menampilkan rapper JID:

[Intro: JID]

Smokin' trees, I’m ridin' 'round

Come to my side of town

Lately, it’s been goin', goin', goin', goin', goin' down (Look, uh, look)

[Verse 1: JID]

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 been mindin' my business, I’m

business-minded

I 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 rеpent in a synagogue

or a mosque, a tеmple, 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 play, 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

Ya 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 her pussy on the 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, do-do-do-

do—)

[Chorus: Eminem]

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, do-do-do-do—)

That scares the fuck out of you

[Verse 2: Eminem]

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 an 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

thinkin' you could touch my car (Yeah)

But if the whole world was out to get

you (What?)

It'd turn you to a powder keg too

Kyle Rittenhouse, spittin' rounds, the

TEC shoots like (Look out, brrt)

And that ain't no sound effect (Woo)

Neither was that, SIG Sauer lets loose

I don't condone gun violence at schools

(Nah)

But I can't get these voices out my head

(Hey, Marshall, kill, kill, kill)

They're putting words in my mouth like

alphabet soup

Got the most content on the continent

And constant compliments give me

confidence (I'm a)

A cross of common sense and

incompetence (Uh)

I'm cognizant that conflict's a

consequence (What?)

Of accomplishments accomplished

through competition

I've conquered and conked 'em into

unconsciousness

Though conscious, I conjure this King

Kong and just

Call me "Kamikaze," I'm concoctin' this

(Woo, my bad)

Nobody's sixteens are touching

These motherfuckin' index fingers

fuckin' the nina

Clutchin' the nine millimeter, tuckin' the

heat

Got the toaster like an English muffin

No, I mean "toast to" like you drink to

somethin'

But it's in a holster, I proceed to bust

and

Fuck around and get popped like

Halyna Hutchins

Like I'm Alec Baldwin, what I mean is

buckin' you down

Coup de grâce then, right between the

fuckin' eyes

Shoot 'em all then, if you think you're

fuckin' with me

You're gonna suffer the fuckin'

repercussions

The reaper's comin', a heathen, I'm

Ethan Crumbley

I keep replenishing fuel while the beat

I'm punishing

[Chorus: Eminem]

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, do-do-do-do—)

That scares the fuck out of you