Scoop DeVille - Calm Down lyrics

[Produced by Scoop DeVille] [Intro: Busta Rhymes] Turn my mic up Turn 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) f** it, blackout n***as! [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Oh my, Lord! Lower the casket - down! Sprinkle the ash, or get your a** kicked, pow! Frown, while I sh** on your crown, skip town Ground zero, Shapiro the king, cash cow (cow!) Do I make 'em say "WOW!"? Strip! ow Bow! I sit with the pound, (Click) pow! Blow! (Click, click) Blow! (Click) Blow! Stop traffic, dropping them cla**ics, flip now! b**hes, 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 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 f**, is going on? Back with the B.A Baracus, callous bang, on another song I'mma have these n***as nervous, and clipping they nails and dribbling And witness them, nibble them, like sunflower seed shells Set these scales, got my weight up heavy, like three whales And I sh** on these males, ‘til it's stinkin' fouler, than a weed smell n***a, 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 bread, and whoop ‘em and - Drag 'em, like females (Sfu-ahe! Gasp!) Oh, see well These n***as already know the way that I f** sh** up, minus the details The case is shut, your b**h remind me of replacement, but Kind of an ancient s*ut, it's going down, like she was a basement f** Swell up this sh**, like I'm sticking steaks in they gut So gracefully and graciously, I painfully wake n***as up Ragdolling these n***as, and attacking, like apes in the cut I'm waiting for the taking, while I break n***as neck, like a bracelet (f**!) It's kinda like, me having a case in the truck And drinking ‘til I'm blasted, hara**ing and erase a n***a (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 n***as be chasing they luck I be lacing them up, like boots when I'm pushing they face in the mud - (Ahgah!) Missiles I fling, while I spit live wire, ‘til this sh** Circling back around, with more fire for me to melt a brick Surfacing back a sound, while I light up sh** that'll cause a quick Worship and gather around, it's certain this sh**'ll splatter cliques Painful and make ‘em scatter (Blink!) Shameful, the way I shatter (Split!) sh** 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 (Cla**ic!) And the way it's going, you could easily get your (a**-kicked) See, me and Shady together we're crazy, like baking A vomit and rabies cake, like a pastry b**h (We that sick!) Like I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me - Wanna spazz (Al-la-la!) Like I'm a crazy Israeli (ba*tards!) 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 (Blauh!) Back to the hood and off to the wild, and I'm hoping you protect your child And I been blacking out so long, n***as is asking if the hook had died Naw, but the beat is fried! [Hook: Busta Rhymes] (Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down n***a (Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down n***a(chill man chill) (Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down n***a (Steady on the left) f** it, blackout n***as! [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 f**ing 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, "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 maybe facing You better make a distinction, cause you fake imitations Are leaving a bad taste, f** making a bad impression That's the worst impersonation I've ever seen, 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 f**ing brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend? You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit your a** down f*ggot, see me on a ballot? I'm running for cla** clown Rich Democrat, b**h, so I'm just a candidate To come f** up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign To have every campus, on a f**ing 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 Gla** 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 f** you telling me, fools? I was rippin' shop Raisin' hell up in Drew's, when Penelope Cruz was still developing b**bs Me and Bus put it down, like a sick pet You're f**ing with vets dawg, f**ing internet bloggers "I sit in front of my computer all day and comment on everything I'm an expert on everything, everything s**s, play the next song" Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot prick With Biggie and kicked the living sh** out you, I'd be dead wrong Son of God I'm the S.O.G., like a wet log Pores never get clogged, cuz I'm so full of self-esteem, that I sweat fog Yes, yes y'all (Y'all!) Steady on the left, y'all, step off, 'fore you get stepped on, Soft? 'Bout as commercial, as my f**ing Lear jet, 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 a** 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 f** about nothing, like Stan mailing His last piece of fan mail, before he ran straight into the damn railing [Outro] Yo, chill, man! CHILL! Chill chill chill chill chill chill chill chill