Busta Rhymes – Calm Down ft Eminem

Calm Down is another mind-blowing hip-hop and rap single created by a talented American legendary rapper, Busta Rhymes featuring Eminem.

This incredible and astonishing record which is Produced by Scoop DeVille was officially released on 1 July 2014.

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LYRICS

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]

Turn my mic up

Turn my mic up

 

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

(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!

 

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]

(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 B.A 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!

 

 

 

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes + Sample]

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!

 

[Verse 2: Eminem]

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 S.O.G

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

 

[Outro: Sample]

“Yo, chill, man—chill!”