"Calm Down (Official Instrumental)" - Song by Busta Rhymes featuring Eminem, produced by Scoop DeVille. From the "Calm Down: The Clash EP" (2014). Watch in HD for better audio quality. Enjoy ;)
I can be very scary towards my adversaries. I'm fucking mad & as fast as Barry... ...Allen. Standing tall as Larry & fly as a Bird. While my opponents stature is that of a fairy. Using my mind tricks just like Carrie. You couldn't get me to stop rapping if you quadrupole dog dared me. Killing the game unfairly. Barely baring sharp teeth & yet I'm still tearing through every beat when it's necessary.
My rap skills are off the charts,like a mall rat I go off the bat, couldn't hold a candle to Me that's a fact, I manhandle ya girl cut me some slack,I ramble like a fucking gym rat,my rap is attacking like aliens in a sun back, really tho I'm on a whole nother level, Is that a fuckin hole? I hit the pedal
Believeth Anointed with the oil of gladness. Free from being the maddest at our country going Fascist. Bashed for speaking on racism when our world is no longer looking at it through its glasses. Not for the masses as my revelation focuses on godly satisfaction full of passion. Spoken to our forefathers. Through the prophets. At many times. In various ways. Now hear The Son. Appointed heir of everyone. Big Bang! His radiance coming back like a boomerang. Sustaining by the Spoken Word. Purification of all things absurd. Right Hand of His Majesty. Other angels can’t handle the gravity. Sorry Luke. Darth Dad spoke to this Jew. “You are my Son. Today I have become your Father” Or better yet... Don’t you fret... “I will be His Father, And He WILL be my Son” Angels worship Him. Speaking of them. They flow with the wind. While His servants have Flames of Fire within. His Throne will last forever. Righteousness as His Scepter. Nah Boi you ain’t clever. You’ve never had a joy that rises inside. Laid the foundations of the earth. Heavens the work of His hands. Your demands will perish. His Parish will always remain. You’re gonna wear out like a garment. Stop being a varmint. Roll you up into the Robe of Righteousness. Your sin, you’ll vomit. Angels ministering. Bypassing those soliciting. Sent to serve. Those who prefer to know their worth. Pay more careful attention. To what we have heard. Don’t drift away. How dare disobey such a Great Parley? What is man that you are mindful of him? Son of man that You care for him? Crowned him with glory & honor. Everything under him, feet fitted with Prada. God left nothing that overcomes Him. Yet at the present time...not everything is subject to Him. Tasted death. So He could be your breath. Quite the test to bring many Sons to glory. Ever so holy. Author of Salvation. Made perfect through degradation. Not declaring segregation. Accepting Brothers from every Nation. “I will declare Your Name to my Brothers; in the presence of the congregation I will sing Your praises” Hands raised. “I will put my trust in Him. Here Am I” And there is Them. Shared our humanity. Overcame insanity. Bypassed death. Freed the slaves. Who’s next? Like His Brothers in every way. Merciful & Faithful so they don’t see the grave. Suffered when He was tempted. Transforming Pimps into Princes. Big Brother. Sin under. Looking for the next One to uncover. Spirit hover. Oh bother... I’ve gone through some trauma. What you looking at Lil Mama? Yeah I drive a Honda. Liberia is not as cool as Wakanda. I avoid the drama. Who even is the Dalai Lama? Yahweh’s grace is the true Nirvana. Full of confidence. Yet still awkward. Horror picture. Every time I visit the barber. New Years Eve. When did she fathom death in her atoms? Believeth to perplexeth our suppressors. Professor X, I will unwind the carnal mind. Carcasses of narcissists. How can I argue with a Zombie Chimp? You a Simp if you identify with sinnin’. Focus on being a Citizen and free your mind from its prison.
Rap del natural suena aquí suena aya suena por todo el lugar rap de mi. Mano y de mi voz con avilidad ejecutado desde el sur de la capital tengo mis laboratorios equipados por toda la zona 5 de la ciudad donde se elabora y se libera este contenido musical de raprap fino rap rap clandestino rap rap latino rap con destino al principal resector del sonido jum atentos oidos ya pesaste a sentirse el orgasmo auditivo
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 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'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 "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 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 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 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 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 the 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, with Sway & 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 rippin' shop, raisin' hell up in Drew's When Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs Me and Bus put it down, like a sick pet You're fucking with vets, dog, 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 the S.O.G Like a wet log, pores never get clogged 'Cause I'm so full of self-esteem, that I sweat fog Yes, yes, y’all (Wah!)-steady on the left, y’all Step off, 'fore you get stepped on Soft? 'Bout as commercial as my fucking Learjet Jealousy’ll get you green as a Chia Pet I can see that you’re visibly upset, dog 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 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 fuck about nothing Like Stan mailing his last piece of fan mail Before he ran straight into the damn railing
Turn my mic up Turn my mic up 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 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! 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
I turn this whole block, with the blocka turn to a FOOD fight. People just trying to eat, On or off TACO NIGHT, be lettin them shells Flyyyy!!! Vicious circle of Life, seen so many deaths in my life, feeling like Young dolph lundren in this bitch -“if he dies , then He dies.” I see wolves in sheep clothing masquerading with Vampires. They drain life, I’m a plumber now pipe Ya miss’s and got her stashing the spare key, near the drain pipe. My choppa stupid, call it faulty-Battery the way I drain LIFE Keep the semi full stocked, the shit in ya brain get unclogged, when It jams, I hit a jam, reload Call it DRANO, Finger squeeze, consider it done dotta, on empty, hence the Drained Pipe.
I'ma bout to wreck it call the rhymes medics this man is gonna lose is dererilick tryna mess wit the man of the hour get a beat plus a rhyme I devour Mcs like pac man eating ghost 👻 man I'm the most wit the rhyme overdose 5:41
i go nuts like a bat out of hell and i love to dwell inside of my padded cell a luxury suite in a haunted hotel i have it all to myself payed a premium fee such a tragedy all the guests are deceased so i guess it's just me in room number 3-33 so i climb the stairs until i finally reach the door and use my skeleton key to enter and immediately i breathe in a stench the sourest air scent of mildew and mold the spores already absorbed i think i contracted disease hepatitis C or ebola it's damp and it's cold the floor is wooden and old the panel groans and it creaks as if it's trying to speak whispering secrets and the pipes are rusted plus the ceiling constantly leaks it's slowly driving me mad i swear i can hear the voice of my dad but can't locate where the source of it's at
Ight so here we are lol o baby! Look.: Beavis...rental from Avis say this sadist say 'kiss my styles p save 'kiss tape deck say Dec 🐜 Ant Saturday Take away need a bike to deliver Just Eat I mean I see don't need ID by me retired years ago why you ain't say " bye M.E" lawwdy dawwdy shawwdy wanna be a thug. Impressive la lessive en pre temps Deschamps Michel Pierre furore over mi name Michael or Uforo? Y'all know tall tho lol the beat ran out
Rap del natural suena aquí suena aya suena por todo el lugar rap de mi. Mano y de mi voz con avilidad ejecutado desde el sur de la capital tengo mis laboratorios equipados por toda la zona 5 de la ciudad donde se elabora y se libera este contenido musical de raprap fino rap rap clandestino rap rap latino rap con destino al principal resector del sonido jum atentos oidos ya pesaste a sentirse el orgasmo auditivo
Rap del natural suena aquí suena aya suena por todo el lugar rap de mi. Mano y de mi voz con avilidad ejecutado desde el sur de la capital tengo mis laboratorios equipados por toda la zona 5 de la ciudad donde se elabora y se libera este contenido musical de raprap fino rap rap clandestino rap rap latino rap con destino al principal resector del sonido jum atentos oidos ya pesaste a sentirse el orgasmo auditivo
