Calm Down
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 Eminem's "Calm Down" can be interpreted as an expression of the rapper's frustration and anger towards those who doubt or challenge his abilities. He uses aggressive, boastful language to assert his dominance in the rap game, taking shots at rivals and critics alike. The chorus repeats the phrase "calm down, nigga" as an ironic or defiant response to those who try to tell him to tone it down. Eminem seems to revel in his own madness and chaos, describing himself as the "king cash cow" who makes people say "wow" and demanding that others bow down to his authority. He references various cultural touchstones, from Mr. T's B.A. Baracus to Penelope Cruz's developing breasts, to demonstrate his range and knowledge.


The song reflects Eminem's longstanding fascination with and critique of hip-hop culture. He both celebrates and subverts traditional rap tropes like braggadocio, hyperbole, and outrageous metaphors. He also takes the opportunity to call out pretenders to the throne, suggesting that many rappers today are mere knockoffs of his original style. The repeated phrase "steady on the right" and "steady on the left" creates a hypnotic, rhythmic effect that adds to the song's intensity.


Interestingly, "Calm Down" is actually a collaboration between Eminem and fellow rapper Busta Rhymes. The song appeared on Busta Rhymes' album "E.L.E. 2: The Wrath of God" and samples the 1990s hit "Jump Around" by House of Pain. The song was produced by Scoop DeVille and co-produced by DJ Khalil. The track features a high-energy tempo and a catchy, upbeat chorus that contrasts with the aggressive verses.


Overall, "Calm Down" showcases Eminem's lyrical prowess and his ability to weave together complex rhymes and cultural references. It's a self-aggrandizing, unapologetically abrasive track that will likely appeal to fans of his earlier, more confrontational work.


Line by Line Meaning

Turn my mic up
Increase the volume on my microphone


Lower the casket down (down!)
Bring the coffin closer to the ground


Sprinkle the ash, or get your ass kicked, pow!
Spread the ashes or face physical retaliation


Frown while I shit on your crown, skip town (town!)
Express disapproval as I disrespect you and leave the area


Ground zero, Shapiro, the king cash cow
Starting point, referencing a name, the most profitable entity


Do I make 'em say 'Wow!'? Strip! (Ow!)
Impress people with my abilities. Take off your clothes!


Bow! I sit with the pound, click, blaow!
Respect me! I hold a gun, make a clicking sound, shoot!


Click, click, (blaow!) Click, (blaow!)
Clicking sounds, followed by a gunshot


Stop traffic, dropping them classics, flip now
Gaining attention, releasing great works, changing direction


Bitches, I'm making them skip with thou
Females are excited and dancing because of me


Art, you don't really want start, when I growl
Fellow artists, you don't want to begin a conflict with me


(Rawr, rawr, rawr!)
Roaring like a wild animal


Let me come and mop up the knockoffs
Allow me to defeat and eliminate the imitators


When I pop off and never stop, 'cause
When I start and continue aggressively


When we do come through, you better lock doors (pause!)
When we arrive, take precautions by securing your entrances


The wolves wanna eat, peep how they lock jaws
The hungry individuals are ready to attack, observe their fierce determination


No need to cook up the coke, you see? We cop raw
No need to prepare the drugs, we procure them in their purest form


And if you ain't had enough
And if you haven't experienced sufficient amount


What in the fat fishes of a phenomenal fahrvergnugen fuck is going on?
Expressing confusion in an exaggerated manner


Back with the B.A Baracus, callous bang, on another song
Returning with a tough attitude, making a strong impact on a new track


I'mma have these niggas nervous
I will make these individuals anxious


And clipping they nails and dribbling
Trimming their nails and drooling nervously


And witness them, nibble them, like sunflower seed shells
Observing them anxiously biting their nails, similar to sunflower seed shells


See these scales, got my weight up heavy, like three whales
Recognize these accomplishments, I have increased my significance immensely


And I shit on these males, till it's stinkin'
I surpass and humiliate these males so much that it becomes unpleasant


Fouler, than a weed smell, nigga, your tree fell
More offensive, than the odor of marijuana. Your reputation has been ruined


See how they Twitter, Facebook and Instagramming an email?
Observe how they excessively use social media platforms, even for insignificant matters


Talking I'm sick, I got them shook and I bang 'em at retail
Claiming I'm mentally unstable, I make them fearful and defeat them at their own game


Until they cripple, see I cook, like I'm slanging a weed sale
Until they become weak and ill, I excel, just like selling drugs


Until I triple bred, and whoop 'em and drag 'em like females
Until I achieve triple success, I defeat and humiliate them, just like overpowering females


Oh, see well, these niggas already know
Oh, well, these individuals are already aware


The way that I fuck shit up, minus the details, the case is shut
The way I cause chaos and destruction, without revealing all the specifics, it's a closed case


Your bitch remind me of replacement butt
Your woman resembles a substitute for sexual pleasure


Kind of an ancient slut, it's going down
She's somewhat promiscuous, and trouble is approaching


Like she was a basement fuck
Similar to having sex in a basement


Swell up this shit, like I'm sticking steaks in they gut
Cause chaos and disruption, just like forcefully inserting stakes into their stomachs


So gracefully and graciously, I painfully wake niggas up
I smoothly and politely, yet forcefully, awaken individuals from their ignorant state


Ragdolling these niggas, and attacking
Tossing around and assaulting these individuals


Like apes in the cut, I'm waiting for the taking
Like hidden primates, I'm patiently waiting for an opportunity


While I break niggas neck, like a bracelet (fuck!)
While I violently snap individuals' necks, resembling a broken bracelet


It's kinda like, me having a case in the truck
It's somewhat similar to me carrying a legal situation in my vehicle


And drinking 'til I'm blasted
And consuming alcohol excessively until I'm extremely intoxicated


Harassing and erase a nigga (what!?)
Intimidating and eliminating an individual


Keeping 'em open and blacking until I'm leaving 'em stuck
Keeping their eyes wide open and causing confusion until I completely disorient them


And got 'em happier, than a child in a park chasing a duck
And making them extremely joyful, as if they were a child chasing a duck in a park


While I'm chasing a buck
While I'm pursuing money


These funny niggas be chasing they luck
These amusing individuals are desperately seeking good fortune


I be lacing them up, like boots
I am preparing them, just like tying shoelaces


When I'm pushing they face in the mud (Ah!)
When I'm forcefully pressing their faces into the dirt


Missiles I fling, while I spit live wire
I launch verbal attacks, while delivering intense and electrifying lyrics


'Til this shit circling back around
Until this situation comes back around


With more fire for me to melt a brick surfacing back a sound
With even more passion for me to disrupt and overcome a conventional sound


While I light up shit that'll cause a quick worship
While I ignite something that will result in immediate praise


And gather around, it's certain this shit'll splatter cliques
And assemble, it's guaranteed that this chaos will disperse groups


Painful and make 'em scatter (blink!)
Causing pain and making them disperse quickly


Shameful, the way I shatter (split!)
Embarrassing, the way I completely destroy


Shit apart, it doesn't matter (rip!)
Breaking things apart, it's not important


Your head up off your shoulders (with)
Your head detached from your body


Bullets bigger, than a boulder
Bullets larger, and heavier, than a large rock


And they break 'em and they know it's (classic!)
And they break things, and they know it's remarkable


And the way it's going, you could easily get your (ass kicked)
And considering the situation, you could easily get physically assaulted


See, me and Shady together we're crazy
Understand that me and my alter ego, Shady, are extremely unpredictable


Like baking a vomit and rabies cake, like a pastry bitch
Similar to creating an unpleasant concoction of vomit and rabies, like a female dog


(We that sick!) Like I come from Haiti
(We are that insane!) Like I originate from Haiti


I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna spaz
I'm indicating that you should compensate me. Don't provoke me to lose control


(Al-la-la!) Like I'm a crazy Israeli (bastards!)
(Al-la-la!) Like I'm an insane individual from Israel (idiots!)


While I bite the beat up, and I'm starting to heat up (uack!)
While I aggressively attack the instrumental, and I'm becoming more intense (exclamation of excitement/disgust)


And I'm chopping your foot off
And I'm severing your foot


Now it's mine, and I'm putting my feet up (black!)
Now it's in my possession, and I'm taking a break (expression of satisfaction)


Back to the hood and off to the wild
Returning to the neighborhood and embarking on a reckless journey


And I'm hoping you protect your child
And I suggest you ensure the safety of your offspring


And I been blacking out so long
And I have been losing consciousness for an extended period of time


Niggas is asking if the hook had died, nah
People are inquiring about the status of the chorus, but it's still present


But the beat is fried!
But the instrumental is ruined!


(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down, nigga
(Stabilize on the right) Hey, relax, individual


(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down, nigga
(Stabilize on the left) Hey, relax, individual


(Steady on)
(Stabilize)


('Yo, chill, man chill!')
('Hey, calm down, man calm down!')


(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down, nigga
(Stabilize on the right) Hey, relax, individual


(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down, nigga
(Stabilize on the left) Hey, relax, individual


(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down, nigga
(Stabilize on the right) Hey, relax, individual


(Steady on the left) Fuck it, blackout, niggas!
(Stabilize on the left) Screw it, lose control, individuals!




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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