Calm Down (Remix)
• Written by KaztasydeLeaks
KaztasydeLeaks's Notes
Originally meant to feature Crispy/Justiceproctor before the Crispy2025 account was deleted. Written July 27th, 2025.
//Hook (0:17)
(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 (0:27)
Yo, I walk up to a mic and I bust a rhyme
Fuck a mime, y'all shut up as mice all the time
I ain't even reached my prime, here's some advice
Quit while you're ahead before I become sublime, divine
I shine like the sun on a cloudless day
Y'all actin' like me sayin' I'm great's a foundless claim
Loading a six shooter to murder these vowels, bang
Then I empty yo muhfuckin' bowels, cowards, it's like I sprang
From six feet deep, I sink these teeth into your brain
Shit wouldn't be a light snack, you motherfuckers crumbs on my plate
Insignificant enough I couldn't pick up the taste
Just the smooth texture that feels like wet paint
I brush you all off, you jerk-offs, get a fuckin' grip
Like a stroke, you couldn't have the skin on my dick
Letalone replicate the incredible way I spit
Only spit you do is "Hawk tuah," that's it, you slut bitch
I'll slap SZA in the tits until the fuckin' areolas split
Then make Bill Clinton suck my dick while rubbing his clit
Grab Kashif Anwar and throw him off of a fuckin' cliff
Revive his wife and sentence her to life in prison
Put on some gloves and kill OJ and juice the president
Until the headlines read like that one motherfuckin' Jay-Z hit
From ninety-six, six months from when Pac got hit
The president of rap on the west side ever since
He signed with Death Row and doomed his own soul
Well, keep your breath hold and try to pass the threshold
See if you can outdo me or if you get flatlined
Please, you could never surpass me, you can't make a slant rhyme
Bitch, you're so dogshit you couldn't make fat and phat rhyme
I'm comin' with the phat rhymes, you're comin' with the crap lines
Gather 'round like fruit flies as my smack talk infests your ears
Me and my fans both cavalier, I'm the king of rappin' weird
I'll send you all rolling wheelchairs to Cleveland while screamin'
I swoop by like a griffin and rip out your lungs, honky, quit breathing
And quit shrieking as I tear apart your ribcage, it'll grow back
You got no confidence like a cracked spine, grow a back
While I bone your mistress and infect you with this
This illness, my sickness, bear witness, we get down to business
Court's in session, 'cause I got the 'Proc like my Doc
Dre with Jeezy on speed dial while we be standin' in the dock
Waiting for the verdict, it's us versus them like PVP
Mumblin' fucks, make way for the G's like Eazy-E
It's easy, see? All you gotta do's speak on a beat
With autotune and everyone thinks you're with Jay-Z and Biggie
Only Big Daddy you know is motherfuckin' Adam Sandler
Only Kane you know is Glenn Jacobs, call Callaway, I'm a strangler
Hit you with a Jeep Wrangler, smash the grill like Venom
Call up a phenom for the funeral when I send 'em to heaven
See, me and Crispy make you all look shitty
Leave your heads spinning 'til you're dizzy and slapped silly like Chrissy by Willy
Lyrically nearly physically reachin' fucking divinity
The unholy trinity, shittin' on these wannabes until we outta laxatives
And you're lackin' these skills that we got, that's why you lost
But you lucked out 'cause you ain't nailed to a cross
That's why we the bosses, never suffered a loss
Except for the beef with Wasp but I'm makin' no Johns
All of you just cons and we the only legitimates left
Put yo bitch asses to rest with Lil Peep and Triple X
MGK after beef with Em, Jay-Z after the shit with Nas
You'll be buried nowhere near Jam, Biggie, or Pac when your time comes
//Hook (3:05)
(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!
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KaztasydeLeaks
Member since March 17 2026