Fuel
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Fuel은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2024년 7월 12일일에 Shady/Aftermath/Interscope Records에서 발매되었습니다.The Death of Slim Shady (Coup De Grâce)
가장 인기 있는지난 7일
01:45 - 01:50
Fuel은(는) 지난 주에 약 1 분 and 45 초 시점에에 가장 많이 검색된 곡입니다.
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발매일2024년 7월 12일
라벨Shady/Aftermath/Interscope Records
언어English
멜로디에 강한 음악
잘 정의된 음악 패턴에 따른 명확하고 기억에 남는 멜로디를 갖춘 곡입니다. 이 척도가 높은 곡은 일반적으로 연주나 보컬 라인이 명확하고 기억에 남는 것이 특징입니다.
어쿠스틱 악기 중심
곡이 전자 음악이나 디지털 합성 음악이 아닌 어쿠스틱 악기(예: 피아노, 기타, 바이올린, 드럼, 색소폰)를 얼마나 많이 사용하는지를 나타내는 척도입니다.
발랑스
곡의 화성과 리듬 요소를 통해 전달되는 음악적 긍정성 또는 감정적 톤입니다. 높은 쾌감은 행복, 흥분, 희열의 감정에 해당하며, 낮은 쾌감은 슬픔, 분노, 우울과 연관됩니다.
춤추기 좋은 음악
템포의 안정성, 리듬 패턴, 비트 강조 등 여러 요인의 조합을 통해 곡이 춤추기에 얼마나 적합한지 정하는 척도입니다. '춤추기 좋은' 곡의 특징은 일정한 템포, 반복적인 음악 구조, 강한 다운비트입니다.
에너지
트랙의 강렬함은 템포, 역동성, 음악적 밀도에 영향을 받을 수 있습니다. 에너지가 높은 곡은 강렬한 리듬과 풍부한 악기 편곡으로 구성되는 반면, 에너지가 낮은 곡은 음악적으로 간결하고 느린 템포가 특징일 수 있습니다.
BPM
크레딧
실연 아티스트
Eminem
보컬
JID
보컬
Luis Resto
건반
Teeba
베이스
JRGotTheHiTS
드럼
작곡 및 작사
Luis Resto
작사가 겸 작곡가
Marshall Mathers
작사가 겸 작곡가
D. Porter
작사가 겸 작곡가
H. LeMon Bey
작사가 겸 작곡가
Thomas Forbes
작사가 겸 작곡가
Destin Route
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Eminem
추가 프로듀서
Mr. Porter
프로듀서
Mike Strange
녹음 엔지니어, 믹싱 엔지니어
Tony Campana
녹음 엔지니어
Brian Gardner
마스터링 엔지니어
가사
[Intro]
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]
All of my **** 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 **** 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 skins sentiment **** 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 **** 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 **** from the A, **** 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 a pussy on the platter like a platypus
Nappy-head ****, hair natted up
I said, "Barbara," a **** tatted up
I won't argue, **** mad as fuck
'Cause I ain't compatible, I'm finna catapult
But **** know it's goin'
Down, down, down, down, do-do-do—
[Chorus]
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— (Run out of fuel)
That scares the fuck out of you
[Verse 2]
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 esès, esès, 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 till 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' stick ball in the street
'Cause you must be on base if you thinkin' you can 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 (Look out, like, "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, let's go, one, two)
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)
To cross of common sense and incompetence (Uh)
I'm cognizant that conflict's a consequence
Of accomplishments and comp' is no competish
I've conquered and conked 'em into unconsciousness
No conscience, I conjure this
King Kong, or just call me, "Kamikaze," I'm concoctin' this (Woo, my bad)
Nobodies sixteen's are touching
These, my fuckin' 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 bustin'
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 in 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 punishin'
[Chorus]
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— (Run out of fuel)
That scares the fuck out of you
Written by: D. Porter, Destin Route, H. LeMon Bey, Luis Resto, Marshall Mathers, Thomas Forbes

