Sonora.ID - Berikut ini adalah lirik lagu ‘Kyrie and Luka’  yang dinyanyikan oleh Eminem feat. 2 Chainz yang baru dirilis pada 12 Juli 2024.

Melansir Genius, “Kyrie & Luka” menandai kolaborasi kedua rapper tersebut, setelah “Chloraseptic (Remix)” dengan rapper asal Brooklyn, PHresher, pada tahun 2018.

Judul lagu ini merupakan bentuk penghormatan kepada Kyrie Irving dan Luka Dončić dari Dallas Mavericks. Chemistry rap antara 2 Chainz dan Eminem mencerminkan duo bintang Kyrie dan Luka di dunia basket.

Lebih jauh, syair kedua rapper ini berkisar pada tema gaya hidup mewah dan hedonistik, kredibilitas jalanan, dan dominasi mereka dalam dunia rap, yang dipenuhi dengan permainan kata-kata yang cerdas dan referensi budaya.

Instrumen pada bait pertama diambil dari “Move the Crowd” karya Eric B. & Rakim.

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Lirik:

[Intro: 2 Chainz]

A.T.L.​, what's up, shawty?

N.Y.C.​, yo-yo-yo, kid

D-Town, what up doe?

Toni!

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz & Eminem]

Standin' on the speaker, tall as Burj Khalifa

Powder on the plate'll turn your girl into Eureka

Remember, if I don't see it, then I don't believe ya

I done done some pretty dumb things on the tequila

Birthday in Vegas, layin' with my weezy

Asked about her friends, she like, "Boy, I don't believe ya"

I'm just tryna live and they turned it to evil

My partner is a Crip, the only thing he eat is seafood

School of hard knocks, I can fuck around and teach you (Uh)

License to kill and I just got 'еm renewed (Uh)

Spokе to Def Jam and they talkin' 'bout a renote

Spoke to Ghazi and he can pay me in crypto (Yeah)

Bored Ape Yacht Club, yeah, I'm Ricky Steamboat

And you know my vibe, I'm mixin' mine with the pinot

I say scratch that, gone and bring it back like Preemo

I say scratch that, gone and bring it back like Preemo

You know my set, I'm throwin' dollar signs

I lick her neck and turn the body to a water slide

I'm in the bottom of my bag like some hot fries

Toni, Toni, Toni, Toni, Toni, that my top five, shit

Now watch me swag on this beat

Enough to make Rakim proud of me

You got my math and your bitch ass post somethin' negative

You coulda called me

I'm from the dark side, but the whip lightskin

I do what I wanna do like white men

I hit you in the fuckin' head with the mic stand

I fuck my girl in the daytime on a nightstand

You ain't know that, did ya?

Real recognize real and you don't look familiar

I'm from Riverdale Road, we ain't got no river

Got the pole concealed behind the partition, listen

A trap nigga, I perform at bar mitzvah

A trap nigga, I perform at the Crystals

I ain't gon' fight, but I still tote pistols

Ain't gon' kill ya, all I got to do is whistle

Damn, I think my whistle off (Off)

They've been plagiarisin', they've been stealin' sauce (Sauce)

Soon as I see 'em, I'ma pick 'em off

I got a beard, but I must ask Ricky Ross (Huh?)

God took his time with me

Kingpins wanna sign with me

Gunshots is truly Atlanta

While things are goin' left like Julius Randle

I got this shit lit, no need for a candle

Just like Kyrie, I got this shit handled (Yeah)

Just like Kyrie, I got this shit handled (Ayo)

[Verse 2: Eminem]

Walkin' around your party, like where the party at? (Yo, where the party at?)

Yeah, Bacardí and 'Gnac could lead to a cardiac

But I'm drunk and I give a fuck, like how Cardi act (Cardi)

I'm already back, I just had to run to my car to yack

Headache, an Aleve, I'ma need eight of 'em (Woah)

For pete's sake, I've been steppin' on leaf rakes again (Ow)

I keep wakin' up in the bed with complete strangers (The fuck are you?)

And I eat prazosin, get more chicks than Pete Davidson (Woah)

Man, I can't help it, I'm me (No), I got the devil in me (Yup)

Let me put it more delicately (Here)

Fuck your feelings, I'm a felon, pussy, you're jealous of me

Prolly 'cause my cerebellum's a parabellum, pussy

Even if I swear to celibacy, I'd still be like a female that's hooking (Why?)

Ain't shit you can do to stop me from sellin', pussy (Oh)

Yeah, warped mind, your rhymes

Are so fuckin' washed up, I call 'em shorelines (Woo)

But as long as a nine-year-old's mind is washable

I'ma search 'til I find the most awfullest line as possible (Yeah)

Mind is off, all I need is a small little pint of vodka

To be talked into tryna walk up inside of a Shriner's hospital and (*Gunfire*)

They're tryna make Marshall the guy responsible (For what?)

For little Joshua's giant arsenal

Like I'm also the reason his .9 is cocked and he brought his tool

And decides to hide it inside of his locker 'til the next time he's picked on at school

But you're out of your gourd if you're thinkin' that I ain't killin' this beat

I'm not even forcin' myself to vomit, but if I had a fuckin' eating disorder

Or anorexia, believe me, I couldn't body this more for ya (Yeah)

Man, I'm beyond childish (Bitch)

When I'm on Valiums (Yeah), just like mom downs 'em

They call it Munchausen (Why?)

'Cause she hands me some (Here)

Then says, "C'mon, chow, son (Chow, son)

These are non-drowsin' (Uhh?)

I mean non-drowsy (Right), but they'll help you calm down some"

So, before I zonk out, I'm tryna make Rob proud

I'm hopin' this song riles him

I pop like nine thousand, I'm outtie, five-thousand (Oh)

Hold up (One more thing)

Spit syllables on the mic in the booth

Like I'm at Drew's, even if I win or lose

I'm in the news, even my interviews (Yeah)

Get like five million views, I get accused

Of misogyny because I will massage any bitch just like a masseuse

Mixin' NyQuil and booze, Heineken brews

Hide 'em inside of my shoes, ah (Psych, what the fuck?)

I'm just playin' (Fuckin' mumble rap)