Kendrick Lamar's "Euphoria": A Sharp Diss to Drake
Euphoria" is a diss track by American rapper Kendrick Lamar, targeting Canadian rapper Drake's songs "Push Ups" and "Taylor Made Freestyle." Released unexpectedly on April 30, 2024, via Interscope Records, the track first appeared exclusively on YouTube before hitting streaming platforms hours later.
The title references the teen drama series "Euphoria," where Drake is an executive producer. Kendrick's intense lyrics and sharp delivery reignite their rivalry, showcasing his lyrical prowess and fearless artistry. "Euphoria" has sparked widespread discussion and solidified Kendrick's place as a formidable force in hip-hop.
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Euphoria LyricsEurt Si Em Tuoba Yas Yeht GnihtyrevE The famous actor we once knew is lookin' paranoid and now spiralin' You're movin' just like a degenerate, every antic is feelin' distasteful I calculate you're not as calculated, I can even predict your angle Fabricatin' stories on the family front 'cause you heard Mr. Morale A pathetic master manipulator, I can smell the tales on you now You're not a rap artist, you a scam artist with the hopes of being accepted Tommy Hilfiger stood out, but FUBU Never had been your collection I make music that electrify 'em, you make music that pacify 'em I can double down on that line, but spare you this time, that's random acts of kindness Know you a master manipulator and habitual liar too But don't tell no lie about me and I won't tell truths 'bout you Shoo, shoo, shoo,Shoo, shoo, shoo Bee, bee, bee, bee, bee, bee Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay Yeah, the island right here's remote, okay I ain't thinkin' about no reaper Nigga, I'm reapin' what I sow, okay Got a Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped By your throwaway And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you go away? Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, nigga, let's play Have you ever walked your enemy down like with a poker face? Have you ever paid five hundred thou' like to an open case? Well, I have, and I failed at both, but I came out straight I hate when a rapper talk about guns, then somebody die They turn into nuns, then hop online, like "Pray for my city" He fakin' for likes and digital hugs His daddy a killer, he wanna be junior, they must've forgot the shit that they done Dementia must run in his family but let it get shaky I'll park his son The very first time I shot me a Drac', the homie had told me to aim it this way I didn't point down enough, today, I'll show you I learned from those mistakes Somebody had told me that you got a ring, on God, I'm ready to double the wage I'd rather do that than let a Canadian nigga make Pac turn in his grave Cutthroat business, you got shit twisted What is it? The braids? I hurt your feelings? You don't wanna work with me no more? Okay It's three G.O.A.T.s left, and I seen two of them kissin' and huggin' on stage I love 'em to death, and in eight bars, I'll explain that phrase, huh It's nothin' nobody can tell me, huh,I don't wanna talk on no celly, huh You know I got language barriers, huh It's no accent you can sell me, huh Yeah, Cole and Aubrey know I'm a selfish nigga The crown is heavy, huh I pray they my real friends, if not, I'm YNW Melly I don't like you poppin' shit at Pharrell, for him, I inherit the beef Yeah, fuck all that pushin' P, let me see you push a T You better off spinnin' again on him, you think About pushin' me He's Terrence Thornton, I'm Terence Crawford, yeah, I'm whoopin' feet We ain't gotta get personal, this a friendly fade, you should keep it that way I know some shit about niggas that make Gunna Wunna look like a saint This ain't been about critics, not about gimmicks, not about who the greatest It's always been about love and hate, now let me say I'm the biggest hater I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress I hate the way that you sneak diss, if I catch flight, it's gon' be direct We hate the bitches you fuck, 'cause they Confuse themself with real women And notice, I said "we," it's not just me, I'm what the culture feelin' How many more fairytale stories 'bout your life 'til we had enough? How many more Black features 'til you finally feel that you're Black enough? I like Drake with the melodies I don't like Drake when he act tough You gon' make a nigga bring back Puff, let me see if Chubbs really crash somethin' Yeah, my first one like my last one, it's a classic, you don't have one Let your core audience stomach that, then tell 'em where you get your abs from V12, it's a fast one, baow-baow-baow, last one Headshot for the year, you better walk around like Daft Punk Remember? Ayy, Top Dawg, who the fuck they think they playin' with? Extortion my middle name as soon as you jump off of that plane, bitch I'm allergic to the lame shit, only you like bein' famous Yachty can't give you no swag neither, I don't give a fuck 'bout who you hang with I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress Surprised you wanted that feature request You know that we got Some shit to address I even hate when you say the word "nigga," but that's just me, I guess Some shit just cringeworthy, it ain't even gotta be deep, I guess Still love when you see success, everything With me is blessed Keep makin' me dance, wavin' my hand, and it won't be no threat I'm knowin' they call you The Boy, but where is a man? 'Cause I ain't seen him yet Matter fact, I ain't even bleed him yet, can I bleed him? Bet When I see you stand by Sexyy Red I believe you see two bad bitches I believe you don't like women, it's real competition, you might pop ass with 'em Let's speak on percentage, show me your splits, I'll make sure I double back with you You were signed to a nigga that's signed to a nigga that said he was signed to that nigga Try cease and desist on the "Like That" record? Ho, what? You ain't like that record?,"Back To Back," I like that record I'ma get back to that, for the record Why would I call around tryna get dirt on niggas? Y'all think all my life is rap? That's ho shit, I got a son to raise, but I can see you don't know nothin' 'bout that Wakin' him up, know nothin' 'bout that And tell him to pray, know nothin' 'bout that And givin' him tools to walk through life like day-by-day Know nothin' 'bout that Teachin' him morals, integrity, discipline, listen, man, you don't know nothin' 'bout that Speakin' the truth and consider what God's considerin', you don't know nothin' 'bout that Ain't twenty-v-one, it's one-v-twenty if I gotta smack niggas that write with you Yeah, bring 'em out too, I'll clean 'em out too Tell BEAM that he better stay right with you Am I battlin' ghost or AI? Nigga feelin' like Joel Osteen Funny, he was in a film called "AI" And my sixth sense tellin' me to off him I'ma blick niggas all in they coffin,Yeah, OV-ho niggas is dick riders Tell 'em run to America, they imitate heritage, they can't imitate this violence What I learned is niggas don't like the West Coast And I'm fine with it, I'll push the line with it Pick a nigga off one at a time with it We can be on a three-hour time difference Don't speak on the family, crodie,It can get deep in the family, crodie Talk about me and my family, crodie? Someone gon' bleed in your family, crodie I be at New Ho King eatin' fried rice with a dip sauce and blammy, crodie Tell me you're cheesin', fam We can do this right now on the camera, crodie Ayy, fuck y'all niggas, I don't trust y'all niggas I wave one finger and thump y'all niggas like mmm Field goal, punt y'all niggas, they punk y'all niggas, nobody never took my food Whoever that's fuckin' with him, fuck you niggas, and fuck the industry too If you take it there, I'm takin' it further Psst, that's somethin' you don't wanna do Ooh We don't wanna hear you say "nigga" no more We don't wanna hear you say "nigga" no more Stop Euphoria Meaning |
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