Chords for Busta Rhymes ft. Eminem - Calm Down (Official Lyric Video)

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_ _ _ _ _ I'm a Micah.
_ I'm a Micah.
Ready on the right.
Calm down, nigga.
Ready on the left.
Calm down, nigga.
Ready on the right.
Calm down, nigga.
Ready on [B] the left.
Fuck.
Let's go, nigga.
[E] Oh my lord.
I know where the cash get round.
Spankin' my ass, so get your ass kicked out.
Down.
Round while I sit on your crown.
Skip town.
Round, zero, superior to King Cash.
Round.
Round.
Do I make them sit?
Round.
Strip.
Round.
Round.
I sit with the pound.
Click.
Round.
Round.
Click, click.
Round.
[B] Click.
Round.
Stop tripping, tripping the prices.
[E] Flip.
Round.
Bitches, I'm making them skip with.
Round.
Art, you don't really want to start when I.
Round.
Round.
Round.
Let me come and mop up the niggas.
Knock off when I pop off.
I never stop, Carl.
When we do come through, you better lock doors.
The bulls want to eat people how they lock jaws.
No need to cook up the coke, you see we [B] cook raw.
And if you ain't had enough, what in the fat [E] fishies of a phenomenal fossil newton fuck
is going on back with the V8, the rack, the scallops, bang on another song.
I'm a hand these niggas nervous and clipping their nails and dribbling and whipping some
nebulum like sunflower seed gel.
See these scales got my weight up heavy like three wells and I shit on these males.
Feel the stinking phallus in my weed smell, nigga, your tree fell.
See how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram and their email talking about the real deal. I'm sick.
I got a shock and I'm banging my retail until they cripple.
See, I cook like I'm slinging a weed salad and I triple bread and whoop them and drag
them like females.
Oh, see, well, these niggas already know the way that I fuck shit up.
Minus the details.
The case is such a bitch.
Remind me of a placement, but kind of an ancient slot.
It's going down like she was a basement fuck.
Swallow this shit like a stick and snakes in their guts.
So [B] gracefully and graciously, I painfully wait [E] to get up, ragdolling these niggas and
attacking like apes in a cut.
I'm waiting for the take it while I break niggas neck like a bracelet.
It's kind of like me having a case in a truck and drinking till I'm blasted and raged and I'm raging.
Keeping them open and blackened until I'm leaving them stuck.
I got them happier than a child in a park chasing a duck.
When I'm chasing above, these funny niggas be chasing.
They [B] like I be lacing them up like moose when I'm pushing their face in my mud.
[E] Missiles fling when I spit not white till it's circling back around.
But more fire for me than all the brick surface effects down when I light up shit that'll
cause a quick worship and gather around and circling the shit that's platyclics painful
to make them scatter.
Shame for the way I satisfaction departed of the matter.
Rip your head off your shoulders.
Hit bullets bigger than a boulder and break them and they know it.
Classic.
[B] And the way it's over, you can easily get your [E] ass kicked.
See me and Shady together we queasy like bacon and vomit and rabies kick like a pastry bitch.
Classic.
Like I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me with a spank.
Like a crazy Israeli.
Bastards.
When I bite my feet up, it's starting to heat up.
And 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 wild and I'm hoping you protect your [B] child and I've been
blacking out so long I'll be back if the [E] hookah died.
Nah, with the beat it's fried.
_ Ready on the right.
Calm down.
Ready on the left.
Calm down.
_ Ready on the _ right.
_ _ Calm down.
Ready on the left.
Calm down.
Ready on the right.
Calm down.
Ready [B] on the left.
Calm down. Fuck off.
Knock y'all [A#] right out.
[E] There's a slight contagiousness to this tirade.
It just might make you sick so I rate with this.
My brain is just like a fucking Friday.
My mind scrambled.
I'm lit.
Narrow minded but go through such a wide range of this emotion that my rage has got to squeeze
to it sideways.
I just pulled up in Clive Davis' driveway [C#] with his personal memoir saying he's five-way
from the [G] 9A picket sign egging his ride making him cry.
Raped and arrived naked and lied [Bm] straight through the day.
Pride parade.
Yeah, yippee-ki-yay.
[C] Cause here I wait.
Did the world just pee on [C#] my leg and should I take it as a fine [D] maybe to take him back
in the [E] time?
I snuck out like a sore thumb.
So I gave him a finger.
Take the attention away from my stinking face.
It was free.
Changed the whole complexion of the game but just in case you were thinking an inkling
of replacing the kingpin of crazy you're wasting your inkling.
So if this is any indication of what you may be facing you better make a distinction cause
your fake imitations are leaving a bad taste.
Fuck making a bad impression.
[B] That's the worst impersonation I've ever seen.
Who raps nasally, [E] eyes hazily, rhymes crazily, but sounds like he means it.
I'm blown 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 the candidate [B] to come fuck up the whole party.
Me and Whitmo starting a campaign [E] to have every campus on a fucking rampage.
Act my goddamn age.
I am ape.
So let's get smashed and wake up the next day with the room trash covered in band-aids,
glass ashtray smash, champagne splashed on a lampshade.
But this ain't up for debate.
This is undebatable.
Shady, President, ho, don't make me go take it back to the days of old with swaying tech radio.
When I was throatin' [B] so much noodles in LSD I almost fell asleep on the wake up show.
Fuck you tellin' me, fools.
Since I was whippin' shop, raisin' hell up in Drew's and Penelope Cruz was still developing booze.
Me and Bust put it down like a sick cat.
You're fuckin' with bets, dog.
Fuckin' internet bloggers.
I sit in front of my computer all day and comment on everything.
I'm an expert on everything.
Everything sucks.
What's the next song?
Guess if I hopped out your freakin' laptop, you idiot, Prince, with Biggie and kicked
the living shit out you.
I'd be dead [E] wrong.
Son of God, I'm a sog like a wet log.
Poors never get clogged.
These hopefuls have self-esteem that I sweat fog.
Yes, yes, y'all.
Study on the left, y'all.
Step off where you stepped on, soft.
Buy this commercial, that's my fuckin' lead.
Get jealous, see, it'll get you green as a chia pet.
I can see that you're visibly upset, dog.
Alert, alert, girl, alert.
Once [B] you're in my house of pain, here in the world [F#] it hurts.
Jump [E] around, jump, jump.
Get that ass shakin'.
Jump around, jump.
I came to hit you with a fan favorite.
But if you're too fly for coach, better get them arms and freakin' hands flailin' and jump
like Van Halen and pray for a Dan Tauen.
I'm more afraid of success than I am failure.
So what does that tell ya?
That on a grand scale, I don't give a fuck about nothin'.
Boy, Stan Mayweather's [B] last week was a fan mail, boy, ran straight into the damn railing.
Yo, chill, man, [A#] chill, chill.
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