Busta Rhymes, Eminem - Calm Down lyrics

Turn my mic up turn my mic up

(Ready on the right) Ayo, calm down, nigga
(Ready on the left) Ayo, calm down, nigga
(Ready on the right) Ayo, calm down, nigga
(Ready on the left) Fuck it, blackout
Niggas!

(Oh, my Lord) Lower the casket down (Down)
Sprinkle the ash, or get your ass kicked
Pow! (Pow)
Frown while I shit on your crown, skip town
(Town)
Ground zero, Shapiro, the king cash cow
(Cow Cow)
Do I make 'em say "Wow!"? Strip! (Ow)
Bow! I sit with the pound, Click
(Blaow) Blaow!
Click, click (Blaow) Click (Blaow)
Stop traffic, dropping them classics
Flip now


Bitches, I’m making them skip with thou
Art, you don’t really want start
When I growl (Growl)
(Rawr, rawr, rawr)
Let me come and mop up the knockoffs​
When I pop off and never stop, 'cause
When we do come through
You better lock doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, peep how they lock jaws
No need to cook up the coke
You see? We cop raw
And if you ain’t had enough
What in the fat fishes of a
Phenomenal fahrvergnügen fuck is going on?
Back with the BA Baracus, callous bang
On another song
I’mma have these niggas nervous
And clipping they nails and dribbling
And witness them, nibble them
Like sunflower seed shells
See these scales, got my weight up heavy
Like three whales
And I shit on these males, till it's stinkin'
Fouler, than a weed smell, nigga
Your tree fell see how they Twitter
Facebook and Instagramming an email?
Talking I'm sick
I got them shook and I bang 'em at retail
Until they cripple, see I cook
Like I’m slanging a weed sale
Until I triple bred
And whoop ‘em and drag 'em like females
(Gasp) Oh, see well
These niggas already know
The way that I fuck shit
Up, minus the details, the case is shut
Your bitch remind me of replacement butt
Kind of an ancient slut, it's going down
Like she was a basement fuck
Swell up this shit
Like I’m sticking steaks in they gut
So gracefully and graciously
I painfully wake niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas, and attacking
Like apes in the cut
I’m waiting for the taking
While I break niggas neck, like a bracelet
(Fuck)
It’s kinda like me having a case in the truck
And drinking ‘til I’m blasted
Harassing and erase a nigga (What!?)
Keeping 'em open and blacking until
I’m leaving ‘em stuck and got ‘em happier
Than a child in a park chasing a duck
While I’m chasing a buck
These funny niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing them up, like boots
When I’m pushing they face in the mud (Ahh)
Missiles I fling, while I spit live wire
‘Til this shit circling back around
With more fire for me to melt
A brick surfacing back a sound
While I light up shit that'll
Cause a quick worship and gather around
It's certain this shit'll splatter cliques
Painful and make ‘em scatter (Blink)
Shameful, the way I shatter (Split)
Shit apart, it doesn't matter (Rip)
Your head up off your shoulders (With)
Bullets bigger than a boulder
And they break ‘em and they know it's
(Classic) and the way it’s going
You could easily get your (ass-kicked)
See, me and Shady together we’re crazy
Like baking a vomit and rabies cake
Like a pastry bitch
(We that sick) Like I come from Haiti
I’m suggesting you pay me
Don’t make me wanna spaz (Al la la) Like I’m
A crazy Israeli (Bastards)
While I bite the beat up
And I'm starting to heat up (Yack)
I’m chopping your foot off
Now it’s mine, and I’m putting my feet up
(Black) back to the hood and off to the wild
And I’m hoping you protect your child
And I been blacking out so long
Niggas is asking if the hook had died, nah
But the beat is fried!

Yo
(Ready on the right) Ayo, calm down, nigga
(Ready on the left) Ayo, calm down, nigga
(Ready on, "Yo, chill, man chill!")
(Ready on the right) Ayo, calm down, nigga
(Ready on the left) Ayo, calm down, nigga
(Ready on the right) Ayo, calm down, nigga
(Ready on the left) Fuck it, blackout
Niggas!

Apparently, there's a light contagiousness
To this tirade
It just might make you sick, so irate
With this my brain is just
Like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? 'Cause
I'm lit narrow minded
But go through such a wide
Range of this emotion that my rage has gotta
Squeeze through it sideways
I just pulled up in Clive Davis's driveway
With his personal memoir, saying "He's bi!"
Waving a nine, a picket sign, egging his ride
Making him cry, "Rape!" then arrive naked
And drive straight through the
Gay pride parade
"Yay! Yippee-Ki-Yay!", 'cause here I
Wait, did the world just pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign
Maybe to take 'em back into time? (Shady)
I stuck out like a sore thumb
So I gave 'em the finger
To take the attention away
From my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the whole complexion of the game
But just in case you was
Thinking an inkling of replacing
The kingpin of crazy
You're wasting your ink then
So if this is any indication of
What you may be facing
You better make a distinction
'cause you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste
Fuck making a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation
I've ever seen, and
Who raps nasally? Eyes hazely?
Rhymes crazily, but sounds like he may
Need some Flonase when he's speaking?
What kind of stupid question is that?
"Hey, Mrs abraham Lincoln!
Other than your husband's fucking
Brains that were leaking
How'd you think that play was this weekend?"
You ain't the real Slim Shady
Sit your ass down, faggot
(Ew) see me on a ballot
I'm running for class clown
Rich Democrat, bitch
So I'm just the candidate
To come fuck up the whole party
Me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have every campus, on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight!
So let's get smashed and wake up the next day
With the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed
Champagne splashed on the lampshades
But this ain't up for debate
This is undebatable shady for president, ho
Don't make me go take it back
To the days of old, with Sway & Tech radio
When I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the Wake Up Show
Fuck you telling me, fools?
I was rippin' shop, raisin' hell up in Drew's
When Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down, like a sick pet
You're fucking with vets, dog
Fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in front of my computer all day
And comment on everything, I'm
An expert on everything
Everything sucks play the next song!"
Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop
You idiot prick with Biggie and kicked the
Living shit out you, i'd be dead wrong
Son of God I'm the SOG
Like a wet log, pores never get clogged
'Cause I'm so full of self-esteem
That I sweat fog yes, yes, y’all
(Wah) steady on the left, y’all
Step off, 'fore you get stepped on
Soft? 'Bout as commercial as
My fucking Learjet
Jealousy’ll get you green as a Chia Pet
I can see that you’re visibly upset, dog
Alert, alert, girl alert
Once you enter in my house of pain
You're in a world of hurt
So ("Jump around! Jump! Jump!")
Get that ass shaking ("Jump around! Jump!")
Came to hit you with a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach
Better get them arms
And freaking hands flailing and ("Jump!")
Like Van Halen and pray for a damn tailwind
More afraid of success than I am of failure
So what does that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don’t
Give a fuck about nothing
Like Stan mailing his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the damn railing

"Yo, chill, man chill!"