On paper, Kendrick Lamar and SZA are polar opposites. He is a pensive, largely private west coast rapper; she is an east coast lustful oversharer, yet their collaborative songs always seem to blow up. This symbiotic relationship is the crux of their Grand National Tour. Both artists are at their peak commercially and critically – so it isn’t at all surprising that they have sold out Tottenham Hotspur stadium in north London.

The show begins with Lamar emerging from the ground up in a black Buick GNX, rapping Wacced Out Murals. The echoey bass is equal parts cinematic and sinister. The stage is smoky, icy, thick with suspense – a fitting atmosphere for his blunt lyrics. “Fuck everybody, that’s on my body / My blick first, then God got me,” he raps.

Fire erupts from the stage every time he says: “Yeah, n*gga,” and it all feels so wickedly petty. It’s a strong entrance, befitting the man who, in a rap feud with the Billboard Canadian Hot 100 darling Drake, emerged as the champion.