Born to parents Geraldine Green (1947) and Trevor George Smith Sr, and he has a younger brother, Paul Smith. His parents divorced when he 10 years old. Busta’s time during the year of 1983 was that of change, his parents got divorced and his way of thinking was altered, during that year he also changed his religious beliefs and re-named himself ‘Born Justice God Allah’ because of the supreme sorts of names that he now believed in and looked up to. He discovered hip hop music through listening to the Zulu Beats Radio Show, something influenced him from that show and three years later he would form a group. Busta also went to school in the United Kingdom, where he lived in Blackpool, Preston and Morecambe. Ended up graduating from George Westinghouse High School in downtown Brooklyn.
As a youngster he played basketball, football and soccer.
His Panamanian baby-sitter, Aunt Mitzi, made him listen to all the rap radio stations. So, He would sit there at 2 in the morning rapping when he was supposed to be sleeping. I just couldn't be too loud or Mitzi's poodle would start dancing around and barking. One night, the poodle barked and Mitzi took my radio away. So he said, "I don't need that radio. I'll write my own rap songs." Busta Rhymes later became part of a B-Boy crew with mainly latinos, a couple of white kids, and Busta, the only black one. When he was about 10 years old after he moved from Brooklyn to Long Island, where he became a member of the crew when it was a big contest happening which the leader of the crew, Johnny Juice watched. Busta just came up to him like, "Are you Johnny Juice?" and Johnny answered like "Yeah." and he said he wanted to be down with this crew. He started poppin' and Johnny said he was dope so he said "We're about to do this contest" and they wanted to put him down with them, but he didn't know the routines. But they put him down anyways and they lost the contest because they didn't know where to put him in the routine. The next contest they had was more of a battle, for the crown of best b-boys in Long Island and they had their crew there and they won. Busta destroyed these other guys, when he was poppin. Johnny Juice says "even if you listen to his rhymes now, you can tell by the way he rhymes and the way he moves around he's really dope on the popping shit".
Before his leap to stardom, Rhymes, was a rambunctious middle-class kid from Long Island who wrote "rap poetry" and dropped out of high school to pursue a music career. "I really thought he'd be a dancer," says his mother, Geraldine Green. "At family cookouts he would win all the dance contests. He was always a showman." He reminds his worst job: “I used to work as a stock boy at a department store called Cheap John’s,” he says. “I knew that I couldn’t really wrap my head around doing that kind of work. Even if your heart is not in something, your mind has to at least be able to be willing to do it. So, I took the job and I worked for about two weeks, and then I quit.” Why?
“They just had me doing too much. I had to line up the roach sprays on the shelves and make sure they were all in order, facing the same way, with the logos facing the front. The dishwashing liquids, the detergents, the boxes that they came in when they came from the actual shipping companies that they were manufactured at. After I lined them up on the shelves, I had to cut up the cardboard boxes, fold them up neatly and tie them up so that they could do the recycling thing with them. After a couple paper cuts too many, and hands that were calloused and ashy and bruised, I said ‘this is definitely not the thing for me to continue to be doing.’”
Busta adds, “I used that as inspiration to go into the studio all the time when I had a free moment. After work, during my lunch break, traveling back and forth to work … to just apply myself creatively, and the opportunity finally came one day when I was downtown.” At 17, Rhymes landed a six-figure record deal.
LONS signing with Elektra
His first name as a rapper was Chill-o-ski, but he thought it was a corny name, and Chuck D from Public Enemy gave him a new name, Busta Rhymes. He got the name from an american football player from the eighties, George "Buster" Rhymes, and people always asked him to "Bust-a-rhyme", so the choice was easy. In the end of the eighties he met Charlie Brown at Turtlehook Middle School and they formed Leaders of the New School with Dinco "The rhyme scientist" D and Milo In De Dance (aka The Cut Monitor). They were on Rush Management. They was signed to Elektra Records December 12th 1989. First Recorded Appearance: “Mt. Airy Groove” from the Rubaiyat compilation, Elektra 1990. A&R Dante Ross heard about Leaders of the New School from Hank Shocklee [Bomb Squad] and Chuck D [Public Enemy] and them.He says "I knew they were one of their burgeoning groups and I also knew they didn't have a record deal. I heard they were performing and I went to check them out. I had just got my A&R gig at Elektra. I went there, saw them perform, grabbed them right after the performance and told them they had a record deal if they wanted one. LONS released 2 albums, "A future without a past" in 1991, and "T.I.M.E." in 1993. In 1992 Busta's girl was pregnant, but the baby died right after he was born, and Busta had big personal problems after that, but he got great support from his group members. In 93 they where divided because of ego in the group.
A couple of other things that made him well known before his solo career was a couple of cameo performances, among them A Tribe Called Quest's remix of "Scenario" with Leaders Of The New School, and the "Flava in ya ear remix" with Craig Mack and Rampage.
It took Busta three years before he released an album for Elektra, in 1996 he released "The Coming" with the hits "Woo hah! Got you all in check" featuring Rampage and "It's a party" featuring Zhane. while recording his debut album, he left the studio to check on his new SUV. He'd recently purchased the Toyota Land Cruiser, a giant vehicle that gives the impression of driving on an elevated track, for $40,000. Rhymes took the elevator down and came out on Broadway, in lower Manhattan, at 11:30 p.m. His ride was gone. Furious, he marched back inside and closed the door in the recording booth. "There was nothing I could do at that point, so I just vented that angry energy into three songs," he says. Woo-Hah!! Got You All in Check, one of the tracks he completed by morning, went on to become a street anthem and crossover hit, his first ever.
There was a short gap between the release of Busta’s first album and his second album, but it came sooner than people imagined it to. Busta was sceptical about bootleggers copying the new album so for reviewing purposes he only sent out album samplers. In 1997 he released his second album, "When Disaster Strikes", and after that, his popularity exploded. 1998 became a very good year for Busta, he started his own clothing line, BUSHI designs, and released his third album "Extinction Level Event (The final world front)" and Flipmode Squad's debut "The Imperial". Flipmode Squad at that point included Busta Rhymes, Rah Digga, Spliff Star, Rampage, Baby Sham & Lord Have Mercy.
1999 became a year with problems for Busta, he had to visit the courthouse a couple of times because of child support, and police stopped his car and found an unregistered gun. He lost the case about child support, and he got a 5 year probation for the other case. Now Elektra started to shut him down with less studio time and promotion for his next album. Busta didn't like that, and took his squad over to J Records in 2001 after his fourth release in 2000, "Anarchy".
J Records
His first album at J was "Genesis", with the hits "What it is" featuring Kelis, "Break ya neck" & "Pass the courvoiser part 2" featuring Pharrell and P. Diddy. Now he is CEO for Flipmode Records. In november 2002 he released his most fervent album so far, "It Ain't Safe No More" with the singles "Make it clap" featuring Spliff Star, and a remix of it featuring Spliff Star and Sean Paul. Other achievements in 2002 was the movie roles he had in "Halloween: Resurrection" and "Narc". In 2003 his SUV was shot up with 6 bullets while he was in the Violator offices, that happened just a month after a couple of people shot inside their offices. The collaboration with Mariah Carey & Flipmode Squad named "I know what you want" on "It ain't safe no more" became Busta's biggest hit so far.
Aftermath
In February 2004, Flipmode Squad joined Aftermath Records, New members was added to the squad: M. Dollars, Labba and former Blackstreet Chauncey Black joined them. In March he got a six month probation sentence after pleading no contest to a charge that he assaulted a woman during a concert in Fall River, Massachusetts, in December 2002.
In November 2005 the first official single off the album "Touch it" was released to radio. The video premiered in December. He is now the father of four children (born in 93, 99, 00 and 02). In February, while making the second video for "The Big Bang"- the "Touch it remix" ft. Mary J. Blige, Missy, Rah Digga, Lloyd Banks, Papoose and DMX, one of his bodyguards, Israel Ramirez, who recently started working security for Busta as his jewelry handler, was shot and killed shortly after midnight outside of the Kiss The Cactus Production studio in the Greenpoint section of Brooklyn, NY. According to eyewitnesses, the shooting was a result of an argument that began inside the studio and continued outside.
The Aftermath chief Dr. Dre said before the release of The Big Bang that ”All of sudden I’m hearing people in the streets talking about hos Busta’s back. In my mind, he never left, and that’s why I wanted to fuck with in the first place. He’s got that drive, and he never stops trying to top himself. Anybody who knows Busta knows that he’s always gonna come with heat." His third video from "The Big Bang" was released 10th May, "I love my bitch". The video features actress Gabrielle Union and the Black Eyed Peas' Will.i.am, who produced the song, but Kelis who is featured on the song, was not in the video. The single also features Kelis, but she's not featured in the video. Also changed is his appearance, as he has cut off his trademark dreadlocks as part of a personal renewal. "Eight years of court appearances later and I was awarded custody of my children," he explained. "My hair was remindful of the unnecessary rocks in my career and life. So it was time to shed the locks... I've got my career and family right." "The Big Bang" was released 13th June. The fourth video was released in July, "New York shit" and the fitth video came out in August, "In the ghetto". The album was certified Gold in that month too. This month he was also charged with an assault after the Amsterjam Music Festival on Randalls Island, and he was ticketed after police saw him talking on his mobile while driving past a Manhattan police station.
On January 3rd 2007 he turned himself in to police custody after he allegedly attacking someone on Boxing Day. Lt. John Grimpel said a man told police that Rhymes, had punched and kicked him repeatedly after an argument over money. On May 3rd was arrested on a drunk driving charge by police in New York City. Officers stopped Rhymes at about 12:40 a.m. because the sport utility vehicle he was driving had overly tinted windows, officers then smelled alcohol on the rapper's breath and he was subsequently arrested. was released on $7,500 bail, set by Judge Tanya Kennedy. After a 8th May court appearance, he was free to drive. Rhymes' lawyer said a judge ruled against a prosecution motion to suspend the rapper's license following the driving-while-intoxicated arrest. He also turned down a plea deal that day that would have sent him to jail for one year, the Manhattan district attorney's office said.
Bus appeared in a Super Bowl finale commercial for Pepsi Max Diet in February. Busta Rhymes pleaded guilty on 23rd January to assault, two driving infractions and weapons possession, avoiding a trial and the yearlong prison sentence recommended by prosecutors. But Judge Larry Stevens disagreed with prosecutors that Rhymes deserved time behind bars. Instead, he sentenced him to three years' probation and 10 days of community service for beating a fan who reportedly spat on his car in August 2006, and then assaulting his driver, Larry Hackett, that December. Rhymes was also fined $1,250 for driving with a suspended license in 2006 and driving while intoxicated in 2007. "I just want to say that I'm very grateful to the judge, I'm very grateful to the system. I believe in the system. It hasn't failed me personally yet," Rhymes, dressed in a crisp black pinstripe suit, said outside the courtroom.
"I'm just glad that all of this is finally behind me and I can go back to doing what I do best - making great music and great films and being a people person," he said.
His 8th solo album "Blessed" was set for a release in July 2008. First he called it "When Hell Freeze Over" then he changed it to "Back On My B.S.", a title Pharrell helped him come up with, last it was changed to "Blessed" in April 08. Rhymes was added to Projekt Revolution 2008 (summer tour), He was joining Linkin Park, Chris Cornell, The Bravery, and Ashes Divide on the main stage. After the first week of touring he had to leave the tour because of business matters; Late July he left Interscope, because they couldn't agree with Busta how to handle the final version of the album.
Motown
In September 08 he his new deal was announced, with Motown/Universal. He then re-titled his album to "Back On My B.S." The first single was released in October 2008, called "Arab Money" featuring Ron Browz. 2 remix videos with different guests were later releases in February 09. The second single, "Hustler's Anthem 09" was released in Febuary too. The third single's video "Respect My Conglomerate" was released in March. "Back On My B.S." was released May 19th 09, and entered the Billboard chart at #5, after a lot of delays; 1st July 08, 9th Dec. 08, 10th Feb. 09, 24th March 09). In June, the video for "If you don't know" was released. The video for "World Go Round" will be released soon.
Calm Down
Busta Rhymes Lyrics
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Turn my mic up
(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
Lower the casket down (down!)
Sprinkle the ash, or get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I shit on your crown, skip town (town!)
Ground zero, Shapiro, the king cash cow
Do I make 'em say "Wow!"? Strip! (Ow!)
Bow! I sit with the pound, click, blaow!
Click, click, (blaow!) Click, (blaow!)
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 knockoffs
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 fahrvergnugen fuck is going on?
Back with the B.A Baracus, callous bang, on another song
I'mma have these niggas nervous
And clipping they nails and dribbling
And witness them, nibble them, like sunflower seed shells
See these scales, got my weight up heavy, like three whales
And I shit on these males, till it's stinkin'
Fouler, than a weed smell, nigga, 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 bred, and whoop 'em and drag 'em like females
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 replacement butt
Kind of an ancient slut, it's going down
Like she was a basement fuck
Swell up this shit, like I'm sticking steaks in they gut
So gracefully and graciously, I painfully wake niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas, and attacking
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
Harassing and erase a nigga (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 niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing them up, like boots
When I'm pushing they face in the mud (Ah!)
Missiles I fling, while I spit live wire
'Til this shit circling back around
With more fire for me to melt a brick surfacing 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 (blink!)
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 way it's going, you could easily get your (ass kicked)
See, me and Shady together we're crazy
Like baking a vomit and rabies cake, like a pastry bitch
(We that sick!) Like I come from Haiti
I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna spaz
(Al-la-la!) Like I'm a crazy Israeli (bastards!)
While I bite the beat up, and I'm starting to heat up (uack!)
And I'm chopping your foot off
Now it's mine, and I'm putting my feet up (black!)
Back to the hood and off to the wild
And I'm hoping you protect your child
And I been blacking out so long
Niggas is asking if the hook had died, nah
But the beat is fried!
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down, nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down, nigga
(Steady on)
("Yo, chill, man chill!")
(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!
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 (ww)
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
"Yo, chill, man chill!"
The lyrics of Busta Rhymes's song Calm Down are quite intense and require a deep analysis to understand their meaning. The song features him rapping with passion about a variety of topics ranging from drugs, women, and his skills as a rapper. Throughout the song, he keeps reminding people to "calm down" as he jumps from one verse to another, each more intense than the last.
The song starts with Busta commanding his sound engineer to turn his microphone up before dropping the first verse about his skills as a rapper. He then talks about his determination to make people wow and his prowess in the music industry. The rest of the song is an intense flow of rhymes and wordplay where Busta explains how he excels as a rapper and demands respect from his peers. He also touches on different topics that include sex, using drugs, and how people react to his music.
The song title, "Calm Down," seems to be an ironic reference to the high energy level of the song. Busta probably wants his listeners to feel hyped up and entertained by his lyrics. The song also showcases Busta's unique style as a rapper, his deep skillset and how he has carved out a significant place in the music industry.
Line by Line Meaning
Turn my mic up
Increase the volume of my microphone
Lower the casket down (down!)
Bring the casket down to the ground
Sprinkle the ash, or get your ass kicked, pow!
Either scatter the ashes or face physical consequences
Frown while I shit on your crown, skip town (town!)
You'll be unhappy as I disrespect you and then leave
Ground zero, Shapiro, the king cash cow
I am at the starting point, referencing Ben Shapiro, the person who is highly successful
Do I make 'em say 'Wow!'? Strip! (Ow!)
Am I impressive enough to make them say 'Wow!'? Strip off their clothes
Bow! I sit with the pound, click, blaow!
Bow before me! I'm armed and ready to shoot
Click, click, (blaow!) Click, (blaow!)
The sound of loading a gun and then firing it
Stop traffic, dropping them classics, flip now
Pausing traffic with my hit songs and causing a sensation
Bitches, I'm making them skip with thou
I am influencing women to dance and skip with me
Art, you don't really want start, when I growl
Artists, you don't want to start a confrontation with me when I express my anger
(Rawr, rawr, rawr!) Let me come and mop up the knockoffs
I will eliminate the imitations and establish my dominance
When I pop off and never stop, 'cause
When I start rapping aggressively and don't stop
When we do come through, you better lock doors (pause!)
When we arrive, you should secure your premises
The wolves wanna eat, peep how they lock jaws
There are people who are eager to harm and dominate others
No need to cook up the coke, you see? We cop raw
No need to process cocaine, we buy it in its pure form
And if you ain't had enough
And if you haven't experienced the full extent
What in the fat fishes of a phenomenal fahrvergnugen fuck is going on?
What in the confusing and incredible world is happening?
Back with the B.A Baracus, callous bang, on another song
Returning with aggression and toughness, making an impact on another song
I'mma have these niggas nervous
I will make these individuals anxious and worried
And clipping they nails and dribbling
They are so nervous that they are unknowingly biting their nails and trembling
And witness them, nibble them, like sunflower seed shells
Observing them nervously nibble on themselves, like eating sunflower seed shells
See these scales, got my weight up heavy, like three whales
My success and influence have increased greatly, like the weight of three whales
And I shit on these males, till it's stinkin'
I disrespect these males until it creates a foul and unpleasant situation
Fouler, than a weed smell, nigga, your tree fell
Even more offensive than the smell of marijuana, your reputation has completely fallen apart
See how they Twitter, Facebook and Instagramming an email?
Observe how they use social media platforms to communicate and express themselves
Talking I'm sick, I got them shook and I bang 'em at retail
They claim I'm mentally ill and I intimidate and defeat them, proving my worth
Until they cripple, see I cook, like I'm slanging a weed sale
Until they are incapacitated, I excel like I'm selling drugs
Until I triple bred, and whoop 'em and drag 'em like females
Until I defeat them soundly and humiliate them like women
Oh, see well, these niggas already know
Oh, you see, these individuals are already aware
The way that I fuck shit up, minus the details, the case is shut
They are aware of my ability to cause chaos, without needing to know the specifics
Your bitch remind me of replacement butt
Your female companion resembles a substitute for a sexual partner
Kind of an ancient slut, it's going down
She is somewhat promiscuous and things are getting intense
Like she was a basement fuck
As if she was involved in secretive and scandalous sexual encounters in a basement
Swell up this shit, like I'm sticking steaks in they gut
I will make this situation even more intense, like stabbing them with sharp objects
So gracefully and graciously, I painfully wake niggas up
With elegance and poise, I forcefully awaken individuals
Ragdolling these niggas, and attacking
I am dominating and disrespecting these individuals, aggressively
Like apes in the cut, I'm waiting for the taking
Like a predator hiding, I'm waiting for the opportunity to exploit them
While I break niggas neck, like a bracelet (fuck!)
I am figuratively breaking their necks, just like snapping a bracelet
It's kinda like, me having a case in the truck
It's similar to me possessing illegal items in my vehicle
And drinking 'til I'm blasted
Drinking alcohol until I become heavily intoxicated
Harassing and erase a nigga (what!?)
Intimidating and eliminating an individual completely
Keeping 'em open and blacking until I'm leaving 'em stuck
Engaging and surprising them until they become paralyzed in shock
And got 'em happier, than a child in a park chasing a duck
And they are more delighted than a child pursuing a duck in a park
While I'm chasing a buck
While I am pursuing money
These funny niggas be chasing they luck
These foolish individuals are pursuing their luck
I be lacing them up, like boots
I am providing them with knowledge and guidance
When I'm pushing they face in the mud (Ah!)
When I am humiliating them and causing them to be defeated
Missiles I fling, while I spit live wire
I aggressively attack with my powerful words
'Til this shit circling back around
Continuing this cycle of chaos and destruction
With more fire for me to melt a brick surfacing back a sound
With even more intensity for me to destroy and dominate the music industry
While I light up shit that'll cause a quick worship
While I create music that will draw immediate praise and admiration
And gather around, it's certain this shit'll splatter cliques
And people will gather to witness the widespread impact of my music
Painful and make 'em scatter (blink!)
Causing pain and making them disperse quickly
Shameful, the way I shatter (split!)
Embarrassing them with the way I break and divide
Shit apart, it doesn't matter (rip!)
Destroying and disregarding everything, it doesn't matter
Your head up off your shoulders (with)
Decapitating you mentally (with)
Bullets bigger, than a boulder
Projectiles that are larger than a rock
And they break 'em and they know it's (classic!)
And they cause destruction and they are aware that it is impressive
And the way it's going, you could easily get your (ass kicked)
And considering the current situation, you could easily face defeat
See, me and Shady together we're crazy
Me and Shady, when combined, are uncontrollable and unpredictable
Like baking a vomit and rabies cake, like a pastry bitch
Creating something disgusting and dangerous, like a rabies-infested cake, metaphorically referring to a woman
(We that sick!) Like I come from Haiti
Saying we are sick in a talented way, comparing myself to someone from Haiti
I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna spaz
I am implying that you should compensate me, or else I may react explosively
(Al-la-la!) Like I'm a crazy Israeli (bastards!)
Uttering a vocal sound effect and comparing myself to an unpredictable Israeli person
While I bite the beat up, and I'm starting to heat up (uack!)
While I aggressively attack the beat and my intensity is increasing
And I'm chopping your foot off
And I am metaphorically severing your stability
Now it's mine, and I'm putting my feet up (black!)
Now I am in control and I am relaxing
Back to the hood and off to the wild
Returning to the neighborhood and embarking on a chaotic journey
And I'm hoping you protect your child
And I hope you take care of your child
And I been blacking out so long
And I have been in a state of blackout for a long time
Niggas is asking if the hook had died, nah
People are wondering if the chorus of the song had ceased, but no
But the beat is fried!
But the instrumental is exceptionally good
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down, nigga
Maintain composure, my friend
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down, nigga
Stay steady and composed, my friend
(Steady on)
Stay stable and controlled
('Yo, chill, man chill!')
('Hey, relax, calm down!')
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down, nigga
Stay steady and composed, my friend
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down, nigga
Maintain composure, my friend
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down, nigga
Stay steady and composed, my friend
(Steady on the left) Fuck it, blackout, niggas!
Forget about composure, let's go all out!
Apparently, there's a light contagiousness to this tirade
Evidently, there is a contagious sense of intensity in this outburst
It just might make you sick, so irate
It has the potential to make you feel angry and upset
With this my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
My mind is in a chaotic and scrambled state
Is my mind scrambled? 'Cause I'm lit narrow minded
Is my mind confused? Because I am focused and narrow-minded
But go through such a wide range of this emotion
But I experience such a broad spectrum of emotions
That my rage has gotta squeeze through it sideways
My anger needs to find a way to express itself within this emotional range
I just pulled up in Clive Davis's driveway
I just arrived at Clive Davis's property
With his personal memoir, saying 'He's bi!'
Holding his personal book and revealing a controversial detail about him
Waving a nine, a picket sign, egging his ride
Waving a gun and a sign of protest, provoking his reaction
Making him cry, 'Rape!' Then arrive naked
Causing him to cry and accuse someone of rape, then showing up naked
And drive straight through the gay pride parade
And proceed to drive directly through the LGBTQ+ parade
'Yay! Yippee-Ki-Yay!', 'Cause here I
'Yay! Yippee-Ki-Yay!', because here I am
Wait, did the world just pee on my leg?
Wait, did the world just humiliate me?
And should I take it as a sign
And should I interpret it as a symbol
Maybe to take 'em back into time? (Shady!)
Perhaps to take them back to a previous era? (referencing Eminem)
I stuck out like a sore thumb, so I gave 'em the finger
I stood out prominently, so I raised my middle finger at them
To take the attention away
To divert the focus
From my stinking face it was bringing
From the unpleasant situation I was causing
Changed the whole complexion of the game
Altered the entire nature of the game
But just in case you was thinking an inkling of replacing
But just in case you were considering replacing me in the slightest
The kingpin of crazy, you're wasting your ink then
The top representative of insanity, you're wasting your effort
So if this is any indication of what you may be facing
So if this provides any indication of what you might encounter
You better make a distinction 'cause you fake imitations
You need to differentiate because you are false replicas
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck making a bad impression
They are generating negative reactions, forget about making a negative impact
That's the worst impersonation I've ever seen
That is the most terrible imitation I have ever witnessed
Who raps nasally? Eyes hazely?
Who raps with a nasal tone? Eyes looking hazy?
Rhymes crazily, but sounds like he may
Raps in an insane manner, but his voice suggests
Need some Flonase when he's speaking?
Needs a nasal spray to clear his congestion when he speaks?
What kind of stupid question is that?
Why would anyone ask such a dumb question?
'Hey, Mrs. Abraham Lincoln!
'Hey, Mrs. Abraham Lincoln!
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking
Apart from your husband's brain matter that was oozing out
How'd you think that play was this weekend?'
What did you think of that play this weekend?'
You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down, faggot (ww)
You are not the real Slim Shady, so sit down, derogatory term
See me on a ballot, I'm running for class clown
When you see me on a ballot, I'm running for the title of class clown
Rich Democrat, bitch, so I'm just the candidate
A wealthy Democrat, so I am the suitable candidate
To come fuck up the whole party
To completely disrupt the entire event
Me and Flipmode starting a campaign
Me and my group, Flipmode, beginning a movement
To have every campus, on a fucking rampage
To have every college campus involved in a chaotic and destructive event
Act my goddamn age? I am eight!
Act my actual age? I am only eight years old!
So let's get smashed and wake up the next day
So let's get heavily intoxicated and wake up the following day
With the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
With the room in complete disarray, covered in adhesive bandages
Glass ashtray smashed
The glass ashtray is broken into pieces
Champagne splashed on the lampshades
Champagne is spilled onto the lampshades
But this ain't up for debate, this is undebatable
But this is not open for discussion, it is indisputable
Shady for president, ho, don't make me go take it back
Shady for President, don't make me retract my statement
To the days of old, with Sway & Tech radio
To the old days, with Sway & Tech radio show
When I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
When I was consuming a lot of NoDoz (caffeine pills) and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the Wake Up Show
I was so exhausted that I almost fell asleep on the Wake Up Show
Fuck you telling me, fools?
You can't tell me anything, fools?
I was rippin' shop, raisin' hell up in Drew's
I was causing chaos and havoc at Drew's (unknown location)
When Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
When Penelope Cruz was still growing breasts
Me and Bus put it down, like a sick pet
Me and Busta Rhymes delivered a significant performance, like taking care of a sick pet
You're fucking with vets, dog, fucking internet bloggers
You're messing with experienced individuals, while internet bloggers are insignificant
'I sit in front of my computer all day
'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!'
And I comment negatively on everything, I pretend to be knowledgeable about everything, everything is terrible, play the next song!'
Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot prick
Imagine if I emerged from your laptop, you foolish person
With Biggie and kicked the living shit out you, I'd be dead wrong
If I collaborated with Biggie and physically assaulted you, I would be morally wrong
Son of God I'm the S.O.G
As the Son of God, I am the Special Operations Group
Like a wet log, pores never get clogged
Like a wet log, my pores never get blocked
'Cause I'm so full of self-esteem, that I sweat fog
Because I am so confident, I exude a fog-like vapor
Yes, yes, y'all (Wah!) Steady on the left, y'all
Yes, yes, everyone (Wah!) Stay stable and composed, everyone
Step off, 'fore you get stepped on
Back off, or else you will be overpowered
Soft? 'Bout as commercial as my fucking Learjet
Not soft at all, as commercial as my luxurious Learjet
Jealousy'll get you green as a Chia Pet
Jealousy will make you envious, as green as a Chia Pet
I can see that you're visibly upset, dog
I can see that you are visibly angry, my friend
Alert, alert, girl alert
Warning, warning, attention girls
Once you enter in my house of pain, you're in a world of hurt
Once you become involved in my intense situation, you will experience a lot of pain
So ('Jump around! Jump! Jump!')
So ('Jump around! Jump! Jump!')
Get that ass shaking ('Jump around! Jump!')
Encourage your buttocks to move energetically ('Jump around! Jump!')
Came to hit you with a fan favorite
I came to perform a well-loved song for you
But if you too fly for coach better get them arms
But if you think you're superior, be prepared
And freaking hands flailing and ('Jump!')
And your hands flailing around energetically ('Jump!')
Like Van Halen and pray for a damn tailwind
Like Van Halen, energetically moving and hoping for favorable conditions
More afraid of success than I am of failure
More fearful of achieving success than experiencing failure
So what does that tell ya?
So what does that indicate?
That on a grand scale, I don't give a fuck about nothing
On a large level, I don't care about anything
Like Stan mailing his last piece of fan mail
Similar to Stan, sending his final fan mail
Before he ran straight into the damn railing
Before he made the fatal decision to run into a barrier
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Marshall Mathers, Trevor Smith
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@ejkk9513
2 talented dudes in their mid 40s just having fun with the English language.. this song has so much energy and it's just a fun song.
@usainphelps1491
Their *
@ejkk9513
+Usain Phelps Thank you. I don't have perfect grammer but I do try most of the time. I wrote that in a rush.
@pablobotgaming3915
+EJK k grammar*
@ejkk9513
+ryanrey manay Okay thank you.. you understood what I was trying to say, right? Then let's drop it now.
@JohnyFront
Go to school big boi.
@joenagle2595
This is lyrically insane!!!
"So full of self-esteem that I sweat fog" 👌
@0735733679
That's just wrong. That bar is just out of this world. 🔥🔥🔥🔥
@brunoarambulo
You can't beat Busta's energy, sound effects and ad libs on his verses. He also has very imaginative similes. Eminem is just undefeated and on another level when it comes to lyricism. His rhyme schemes and analogies can go on for a while while still being congruent to the point his making in those particular bars all while having immaculate flow. All in all, great song by two old school rappers whose aren't appreciated enough by todays rap audience.
@himselfharris7316
Enid one of the greatest, but he will never get his props because he is White! I completely understand though….. his greatness is over-shadowed by the history of this country ( for those who really know you understand, for those who don’t REALLY KNOW, just stfu and sit down ) but Em is one of the best to ever do it, and most importantly he really loves and gives credit to Black people- unlike many.