Busta Rhymes - Calm Down Lyrics
[Intro: Busta Rhymes]Turn my mic upTurn my mic up[Hook: Busta Rhymes](Stay on the right) Ayo, calm down nigga(Stay on the left) Ayo, calm down nigga(Stay on the right) Ayo, calm down nigga(Stay on the left) ***** it, blackout niggas!Oh my Lord[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]Another casket downSprinkle the ash, you’ll get your ass kicked, bowFrown while I shit on your crownSkip town grounds will appear on the king cash cowDo i make 'em say 'Wow!', strip bowlI see with the pound, click, powLow, click, click, pow, click powStop traffic dropping them classics (now)*****es I’m making them skip with thouArt, you don’t really want that when growlLet me come and mop off the knock off when I pop offWhat we do? Come through, you better lock doorsThe wolves wanna eat, be by they lockjawsNo need to cook up the coke, you see me chop rawAnd if you ain’t have enoughWhat in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen***** is going on? Back with the beat and the raps is callousBang on another song, I’mma have these niggas nervousAnd clipping they nails and dribbling in wetnessAnd nibble them like sunflower seeds, yoSee these skills got my weight up heavy like three whalesAnd I shit on these males ‘til the speakers fell into the weed smellNigga your tree fell, see them on Twitter, Facebook, or Instagramming, talking on emailI’m sick and I got them shook banging on retail until they crippleSee I cook like I’m slanging a weed saleAnd I triple gram and whoop ‘em like females (gasp)Oh see well, these niggas already know the way that I ***** shit up, minus the detailsThe case is shut, your ***** remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slutSlap her down like she was a basement *****Swell up this shit like I’m sticking sticks in their gutSo graciously, ungratefully I painfully wake niggas upDragged all of these niggas and attacked them like *****I’m waiting for the taking while I break niggas neck like a braceletIt’s kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking ‘til I’m blastedAll ratchet and racing (crunk) keeping over ‘em [?]Until I’m leaving ‘em stuckI got ‘em happier than a child in a park chasing a duckWhen I’m chasing a buck it’s funny, niggas be chasing their luckI be lacing them up like boots when I’m pushing their face in the mud (ahh)Missiles I fling while I spit live wire, ‘til this shit circling back aroundWith more fire for me to melt the [?] surface, back the soundLight up shit that I toss up quick, worshiping guys look around meCertain this shit splatters click paint that’ll make ‘em scatterShameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn’t matter (rip)Your head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulderBreak ‘em and they know that it’s a classicAnd the way it’s going you could easily get your ass kickedSee, me and Shady together we’re crazyLike baking a bomb and them rabies like a pastry *****, we’re that sick[?] I’m suggesting you pay me, don’t make me wanna spazz (lalalala)Like I’m crazy the craziest [?] bastardsWhile I bite the beat up put the [?] in a heaterI’m chopping your foot off now it’s mine and I’m putting my feet upBack to the hood and off to the whylin’ I’m hoping you protect your childAnd I been blacking out so long niggas is asking if the hook is [?] naw[Hook: Busta Rhymes][Verse 2: Eminem]My contagiousness to this [?] just might make ya sickJust might make you sick so I [?]My brain is just like a *****ing fried eggCause my mind’s scrambled cause I’m leakedNever mind it, but go through such a wide range of emotionsThere's a light contagiousness to this [?], it just might make you sickSo irate because my brain is just like a *****ing fried eggIs my mind scrambled? Yes, narrow mindedBut go through such a wide range of this emotionThat my rage has gotta squeeze through it sidewaysWho raps nasally, eyes hazelly, rhymes crazilyBut sounds like [?] flow amazingly, speaking?Kinda stupid question is that?Hey Mrs Abraham LincolnOther than your husband's *****ing brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down faggotSee me on a ballot? I'm running for class clownRich democrat, *****, so I'm just a candidateTo come ***** up the whole party, me and [?] starting a campaignTo have every canvas on a *****ing rampageAct my goddamn age? I am eight, so let's get smashedAnd wake up the next day with the room trashed, covered in Band-AidsGlass ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshadesBut this ain't up for debate, this is undebatableShady for president, ho, don't make me go take it back to the days of oldSway and Tech radio when I was taking so much [?] and LSDI almost fell asleep on the wake up show***** you telling me, fools? I was [?] shockRaising hell up [?] when Penelope Cruz was still developing *****sMe and Bus put it down like a sick petYou're *****ing with [?] dawg, *****ing internet bloggers"I sit in front of my computer all day and comment onEverything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, play the next song"Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot prickWith Biggie and kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be dead wrongSon of God [?] like a wet log, force never gets cloggedI'm so full of self-esteem that I sweat fogYes, yes y’all, steady on the left, y’allStep off of it or you get stepped on softBout as commercial as my *****ing leo jetJealously’ll get you as green as a GeopetI can see that you’re visibly upset, dawgAlert, alert, girl, alertOnce you went into the house of pain hearing a world of hurt soJump around, jump, jump, get that ass shakingJump around, jump, jump, came to hit you with a [?]But if you too fly for coach better get them get them arms and freaking hands flailingJump like Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwindMore afraid of success than I am of failureSo what does that tell ya?That on a grand scale I don’t give a ***** about nothing like Stan mailingHis last piece of fan mail before he ran straight into the damn railing[Outro]Chill, man, chill
