Calm Down [Turkish translation]

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]

Turn my mic up

Turn my mic up

[Hook: Busta Rhymes]

(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

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]

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

Nigga your tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook and Instagramming or email

Talking, I’m sick and I got them shook and I bang em at 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!

[Hook: Busta Rhymes]

[Verse 2: Eminem]

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 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

[Outro]

Chill, man, chill

• Artist:Busta Rhymes
• Album:E.L.E.2 (Extinction Level Event 2)