Artist: Busta Rhymes f/ Eminem Album: E.L.E.2 (Extinction Level Event 2) Song: Calm Down Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Busta Rhymes] Turn my mic up Turn my mic up [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] {"Steady on the right"} Aiyyo, calm down nigga {"Steady on the left"} Aiyyo, calm down nigga {"Steady on the right"} Aiyyo, calm down nigga {"Steady on the left"} Fuck it, BLACK OUT NIGGAZ! [Busta Rhymes] Oh my Lorrrrrd~! 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 POW! Blaow, click click, POW! Click POW! Stop traffic droppin them classics, flip NOW! Bitches I'm makin them skip with thou Art, you don't really wan' start, when I growl (growl) RRAOW, RAWR RRAOW! Let me come and mop up the knock-offs 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 chop raw And if you ain't had enough What in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen fuck is goin on? Back with the B.A. Baracus callous, bang on another song I'ma have these niggaz nervous and clippin they nails and dribblin and witness 'em nibble 'em like sunflower seed shells See these scales got my weight up heavy like three whales And I shit on these males 'til it's stinkin fouler than the weed smell Nigga your tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook and Instagram'in a E-mail talkin I'm sick, I got 'em shook and I bang 'em at retail until they cripple, see I cook like I'm slangin a weed sale until I triple bread and whoop 'em and drag 'em like females {*gasp*} Oh see well These niggaz 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 goin down like she was a basement fuck Swell up they shit like I'm stickin steaks in they gut So gracefully and graciously I painfully wake niggaz up Ragdollin these niggaz and attackin like apes in the cut I'm waitin for the takin while I break niggaz neck like a bracelet, FUCK! It's kinda like me havin a case in the truck and drinkin 'til I'm blasted, harassin and erase a nigga, WHAT! Keepin 'em open, I'm blackin until I'm leavin 'em stuck And got 'em happier than a child in a park chasin a duck When I'm chasin a buck these funny niggaz be chasin they luck I be lacin 'em up like boots while I'm pushin they face in the mud (ahh!) Missiles I fling while I spit live wire 'til this shit circlin back around with more fire for me to melt a brick surfacin 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 (bling) 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 wait is over, you could easily get yo' (ASS KICKED) See me and Shady together we crazy like bakin a vomit and rabies cake like a pastry bitch (WE THAT SICK?) Like I come from Haiti, I'm suggestin you pay me Don't make me wanna spazz (A LA LA LA) like a crazy Israeli (BASTARDS!) While I bite the beat up and I'm startin to heat up (JACK!) And I'm choppin your foot off now it's mine and I'm puttin my feet up (BLACK!) Back to the hood and off to the wild and I'm hopin you protect your child And I been blackin out so long niggaz is askin if the hook had died Nah, but the beat is fried! {"Steady on the right"} Aiyyo, calm down nigga {"Steady on the left"} Aiyyo, calm down nigga {"Steady on.."} {"Yo chill, man, chill! Chill, chill"} [Chorus] [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 fuckin fried egg Is my mind scrambled cause I'm lit/omelet, 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 sayin he's bi, wavin a nine, a picket sign, egging his ride, makin him cry "rape" then arrive naked and drive straight through the gay pride parade gate, 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!) Stuck out like a sore thumb, so I gave 'em the finger to take the attention away from my stinkin face it was bringin Changed the whole complexion of the game, but just in case you was thinkin an inklin of replacin the kingpin of crazy, you're wastin your ink then So if this is any indication of what you may be facin You better make a distinction cause you fake imitations are leavin a bad taste, fuck makin 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 Flonase when he's speakin? What kind of stupid question is that? "Hey Mrs. Abraham Lincoln Other than your husband's fuckin brains that were leakin, 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 runnin 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 fuckin +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 un-debatable Shady for president hoe, don't make me go take it back to the days of old with Sway and Tech radio when I was takin so much No-Doz and LSD I almost fell asleep on "The Wake Up Show" Fuck you telling me fools? I was rippin shop, raising hell up in Drew's when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs! Me and Bust put it down like a sick pet, you're fuckin with vets dawg Fuckin 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 freakin 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 (waah) Steady on the left y'all, step off 'fore you get stepped on Soft? 'Bout as commercial as my fuckin Learjet Jealously'll get you 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 shakin {"Jump around, JUMP!"} Came to hit you with a fan favorite But if you're too fly for coach better get them arms and frickin hands flailin and {"JUMP"} like Van Halen and pray for a damn tailwind! More afraid of success than I am failure So what does that tell ya? That on a grand scale I don't give a fuck about nothin like Stan mailin his last piece of fanmail 'fore he ran straight into the damn railin [Outro] "Yo chill, man, chill!" {*echoes*}