Calm Down Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Turn my mic up 

Turn my mic up 

(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down nigga 

(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down nigga 

(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down nigga 

(Steady on the left) Fuck it, blackout niggas! 

Oh my Lord 

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Lower the casket down 

Sprinkle the ash, you'll get your ass kicked, pow! 

Frown while I shit on your crown, skip town 

Ground zero appear on the king cash cow 

Do I make 'em say 'Wow!', strip, ow, bow 

I sit with the pound, click, pow 

Blow, click, click, pow, click, pow 

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 

(rawr, rawr, rawr) let me come and mop up the knock offs 

When I pop off I never stop, cause 

When we do come through, you better lock doors (PAUSE) 

The wolves wanna eat, be by they lockjaws 

No need to cook up the coke, you see me chop raw 

And if you ain't have enough 

What in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen 

Fuck is going on? Back with the beat and the raps is callous 

Bang on another song, I'mma have these niggas nervous 

And clipping they nails and dribbling in wetness 

And nibble them like sunflower seed shell 

See these skills got my weight up heavy like three whales 

And I shit on Ishmaels 'til they're stinkin' foul and my weed smell 

Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook banging on retail until they cripple 

See I cook like I'm slanging a weed sale 

And I triple gram 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 my replacement but kind of an ancient slut 

It's going down like she was a basement fuck 

Swell up this shit like I'm sticking sticks in their gut 

So gracefully, ungraciously, I painfully wake niggas up 

Ragdolling these niggas and attack them 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 

Around and racing (crunk) keeping 'em over and blackening 

Until I'm leaving 'em stuck 

I got 'em happier than a child in a park chasing a duck 

When I'm chasing a buck it's 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 the brake's surface, and back the sound 

While I light up shit that I toss 

I quit worshiping Gods, look around 

Exerting, the shit splatters click painful that'll make 'em scatter 

Shameful the way I shatter, should have parted the matter (rip) 

Your head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder 

Break 'em and they know that it's a 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 bomb and a rabies cake like a pastry bitch (we're that sick?) 

Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz (Alalala) 

Like I'm a crazy Israeli, bastards 

While I bite the beat up and I'm starting to heat up 

I'm chopping your foot off now it's mine and I'm putting my feet up 

Back to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you protect your child 

And I been blacking out so long niggas is asking if the hook has died, naw 

But the beat is fried! 

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(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down nigga 

(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down nigga 

(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down nigga 

(Steady on the left) Fuck it, blackout niggas! 

Oh my Lord 

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' 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 times (Shady) 

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, you're 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 hazily, rhymes crazily 

But sounds like he may need some FLO, nasally 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 

See me on a ballot? I'm running for class clown 

Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm just a 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 

Where Sway and 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 living shock 

Raising hell up in jews when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs 

Me and Bus put it down like a sick pet 

You're fucking with vets dawg, 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 of you, I'd be dead wrong 

Son of God I'm not soft like a wet log, pores never get clogged 

I'm so full of self-esteem that I sweat fog 

Yes, yes y'all, steady on the left, y'all 

Step off or you get stepped on soft 

Bout as commercial as my fucking Learjet 

Jealously'll get you as green as a Chia Pet 

I can see that you're visibly upset, dawg 

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 get them arms and freaking hands flailing 

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 

Chill, man, chill