Busta Rhymes - Calm Down (ft. Eminem) (Lyrics - Paroles)

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Busta Rhymes - Calm Down (ft. Eminem) (Lyrics - Paroles)

Busta Rhymes - Calm Down (ft. Eminem) (Lyrics - Paroles)
Turn my mic up
Turn my mic up

(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) Fuck it let’s go niggas
Oh my Lord

Another casket down
Sprinkle the ash, you’ll get your ass kicked, bow
Frown while I shit on your crown
Skip town grounds will appear on the cash cow
Do I make 'em say 'Wow!'
I see with the pound, click, pow
Low, click, click, pow, click pow
Stop traffic dropping them classics (now)
Bitches I’m making them skip with thou
Art, you don’t really want that when growl
Let me come and mop off the knock off when I pop off
What we do? Come through, you better lock doors
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? I’m a phenomenon far from [?]
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 seeds, yo
See these skills got my weight up heavy like three whales
And I shit on these males ‘til the speakers fell into the weed smell
Nigga your tree fell, see them on Twitter, Facebook, or Instagramming, talking on email
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 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
Slap her down like she was a basement fuck
Swell up this shit like I’m sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungratefully I painfully wake niggas up
Dragged all of these niggas and attacked them like fuck
I’m waiting for the taking while I break niggas neck like a bracelet
It’s kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking ‘til I’m blasted
All ratchet and racing (crunk) keeping over ‘em [?]
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 their luck
I 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 around
With more fire for me to melt the [?] surface, back the sound
Light up shit that I toss up quick


(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) Fuck it let’s go niggas
Oh my Lord

My contagiousness to this [?] just might make ya sick
Just might make you sick so I [?]
My brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Cause my mind’s scrambled cause I’m leaked
Nevermind it, but go through such a wide range of emotions
There's a light contagiousness to this [?], it just might make you sick
So irate because my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? Yes, narrow minded
But go through such a wide range of this emotion
That my rage has gotta squeeze through it sideways
Who raps nasally, eyes hazelly, rhymes crazily
But sounds like [?] flow amazingly, speaking?
Kinda 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 [?] starting a campaign
To have every canvas 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
Sway and Tech radio when I was taking so much [?] and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the wake up show
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was [?] shock
Raising hell up [?] when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down like a sick pet
You're fucking with [?] 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 [?] like a wet log, force never gets clogged
So full of self-esteem that I sweat fog
Yes, yes y’all, steady on the left, y’all
Step off of it or you get stepped on soft
Bout as commercial as my fucking leo jet
Jealously’ll get you as green as a [?]
[?] I can see that you’re physically upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl, alert
Once you went into the house of pain hearing a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get that ass shaking
Jump 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 [?]
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 a damn rail

Chill, man, chill

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Busta Rhymes

Titre: Calm Down
Featuring(s): Eminem
Tags : Busta Rhymes, Eminem,
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