Eminem - Calm Down Lyrics
[Intro: Busta Rhymes]Turn my mic upTurn my mic up[Hook: Busta Rhymes](Steady on the right) Ayo,Calm down n***a(Steady on the left) Ayo,Calm down n***a(Steady on the right) Ayo,Calm down n***a(Steady on the left) ***** it,Blackout n***as!Oh my Lord[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]Know when the cats get downSprinkle the ash, you’ll get your ass kicked, pow!Frown while I shit on your crownSkip town grounds will appear on the king cash cowDo I make 'em say 'Wow! ', strip, ow, bowI sit with the pound, click, powBlow, click, click, pow, click powStop traffic dropping them classics, flip now*****es I’m making them skip with thouArt, you don’t really want that when I growlLet me come (rawr, rawr, rawr) let me come and mop up the knock offsWhen I pop off I never stop, causeWhat we do? Come through, you better lock doors (PAUSE)The 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 n***as nervousAnd clipping they nails and dribbling in wetnessAnd nibble them like sunflower seed shell, soSee these skills got my weight up heavy like three whalesAnd I shit on Ishamels ‘til the speakers fell into the weed smellN***a your tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on emailTalking, I’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 and drag 'em like females (gasp)Oh see well, these n***as 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 slutHer stomach down like she was a basement *****Swell up this shit like I’m sticking sticks in their gutSo graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake n***as upRagdolling these n***as and attack them like apes in the cutI’m waiting for the taking while I break n***as neck like a bracelet, *****It’s kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking ‘til I’m blastedAll ratchet and racing (crunk) keeping over ‘em blackingUntil 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, n***as be chasing they luckI 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 aroundWith more fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the soundWhile I light up shit that I tossI quit worshiping Gods, look aroundIt's certain 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 a rabies cake like a pastry ***** (you're that sick?)Cause I'm from Haiti, I’m suggesting you pay me, don’t make me wanna spazz (lalalala)Like I’m a crazy Israeli, bastardsWhile I bite the beat up put the sparker 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 n***as is asking if the hook has died, naw[Hook: Busta Rhymes](Steady on the right) Ayo,Calm down n***a(Steady on the left) Ayo,Calm down n***a(Steady on the right) Ayo,Calm down n***a(Steady on the left) ***** it,Blackout n***as!Oh my Lord[Verse 2: Eminem]There's a light contagiousness to this tiradeIt just might make you sickSo irate with this my brain is just like a *****ing fried eggIs my mind scrambled? (I'm lit) Yes, narrow mindedBut go through such a wide range of this emotionThat my rage has gotta squeeze through it sidewaysI just pulled up in Clive Davis' drivewayWith his personal memoir saying he's biWaving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive *****And drive straight through the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-YayCause here I- wait, did the world just pee on my leg?And should I take it as a sign? Maybe I'll take em back in the times (Shady)Stuck out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the fingerTo take the attention away from my stinking face it was bringingChanged the whole complexion of the game, but just in case you was thinkingAn inkling of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting your ink thenSo if this is any indication of what you may be facingYou better make a distinction cause you fake imitationsAre leaving a bad taste, ***** making a bad impressionThat's the worst impersonation I've ever seen andWho raps nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes crazilyBut sounds like he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?What kind of 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 Flipmode starting a campaignTo have every campus 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 oldWhere Sway and Tech radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSDI almost fell asleep on the wake up show***** you telling me, fools? I was living shockRaising hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still developing *****sMe and Bus put it down like a sick petYou're *****ing with vets 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 I'm not soft 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 fan favoriteBut 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
