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жанры: japanese, chill
альбомы: Calm Presents Moonage Electric
Between Worlds
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Calm
жанры: japanese, chill
альбомы: Calm Presents Moonage Electric
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[Intro: Busta Rhymes] Turn my mic up Turn my mic up [Hook: Busta Rhymes] (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! [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Oh my lord, lower the casket down Sprinkle the ash, or get your ass kicked, pow! Frown while I shit on your crown, skip town Ground zero, Shapiro the king cash cow Do I make 'em say 'Wow!', strip, ow, bow I sit with the pound, click, pow Blow, click, click, pow, click, pow Stop traffic dropping them classics, flip now Bitches I'm making them skip with thou Art, you don't really want start when I growl (rawr, rawr, rawr) let me come and mop up the knock offs When I pop off I never stop, cause When we do come through, you better lock doors (PAUSE) The wolves wanna eat, peep how they lockjaws No need to cook up the coke, you see me cop raw And if you ain't have enough What in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen fuck is going on? Back with the B.A barrackus 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 Set these scales got my weight up heavy like three whales And I shit on these males ‘til it's stinkin' fouler than a weed smell Nigga your tree fell See how they Twitter, Facebook and Instagramming a email Talking, I'm sick and 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 bread and whoop ‘em and drag 'em like females (gasp) Oh see well, these niggas already know The way that I fuck shit up, minus the details The case is shut Your bitch remind me of my replacement 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 attack them like apes in the cut I'm waiting for the taking while I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck It's kinda like me having a case in the truck And drinking ‘til I'm blasted harassing and erase a nigga (crunk) keeping 'em over Keeping 'em up and blacking until I'm leaving ‘em stuck I 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 (ahh) Missiles I fling while I spit live wire ‘Til this shit circling back around With more fire for me to melt the break a brick surfacing back a sound While I'm lighting up shit that'll cause quick Worship and gather around, it's Certain this shit'll splatter cliques painful and make ‘em scatter 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 us, 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 a rabies cake like a pastry bitch (We that sick) Like I'm from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me Don't make me wanna spazz (Alalala) Like I'm a crazy Israeli, bastards While I bite the beat up and I'm starting to heat up, yack 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 Naw, but the beat is fried! [Hook: Busta Rhymes] [Verse 2: Eminem] 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' 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, 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 and Who raps nasally, eyes hazelly, rhymes crazily But sounds like he may need some Flonase when he's speaking? What kind of stupid question is that? Hey Mrs. Abraham Lincoln Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking How'd you think that play was this weekend? You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down faggot See me on a ballot? I'm running for class clown Rich Democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate To come fuck up the whole party Me and Flipmode starting a campaign To have every campus on a fucking rampage Act my goddamn age? I am eight So let's get smashed and wake up the next day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids Glass ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshades But this ain't up for debate, this is undebatable Shady for president, ho Don't make me go take it back to the days of old Where Sway & 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 dawg, fucking internet bloggers "I sit in front of my computer all day and comment on Everything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, play the next song" Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot prick With Biggie and kicked the living shit out you, I'd be dead wrong Son of God I'm the S.O.G. like a wet log, pores never get clogged I'm so full of self-esteem that I sweat fog Yes, yes y'all, steady on the left, y'all Step off 'forr you get stepped on, soft? Bout as commercial as my fucking Lear jet Jealously'll get you as green as a Chia Pet I can see that you're visibly upset, dawg Alert, alert, girl, alert Once you enter in my house of pain, you're in a world of hurt, so Jump around, jump, jump, get that ass shaking Jump around, jump, came to hit you with a fan favorite But if you too fly for coach better get them 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 [Outro:] Chill, man, chill
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Это интересно:Calm - группа из 6 или 7 человек. Играют маткор с примесями нью метала. Математика и качающие мазафакерские риффы.
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