Calm Down
Busta Rhymes Feat. Eminem Lyrics


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Turn my mic up
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!"

Overall Meaning

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

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Comments from YouTube:

@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.

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@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.

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