What You Call A Dream

[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"] Bar Exam 3, tramp Yeah! Whoooooo! [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] Fuck is wrong with you? Go and inform your crew That I can end your career in less than a song or two I'm a tyrant, I'm like an irate Somalian pirate You're as threatenin' as Miley Cyrus with the heine virus Dead a verse, I got more bars than Leavenworth The present president backwards, call me "Tnediserp" I shoot niggas with knives, stab niggas with guns Kiss hands and shake babies, I make the medic hurt Fuck a producer too, them faggots is fuckboys I should rap over the Brinks truck backin' up noise The city's in an uproar over the hustl-or I got it on lock like up north but much more These rap niggas sayin' they rollin' on them wheels But the only rollin' they doin' is rollin' on the pill They high, speakin' of rollin', we a roll You will see us get paper before you see us fold Hip hop nigga, the opposite of neo-soul The only thing sing is the pistol when I'm takin' Ne-Yo's soul You aspire to get a chain that's glistenin' I aspire to get a chain of businesses I retire niggas, gettin' at me ain't what the business is I kill the kitten if he witnesses I make it look easy, before I self destruct I'ma get some hoes pregnant like 50 and Lil Weezy I don't give a fuck about shit Got nothin' to say to y'all but "suck dick", I fuck yo' bitch And send her back to you, pussy like she been in labor dawg And when I'm done with her she gon' need a cable all My dream mistress is a bitch like Nicki Minaj And if the ass ain't real then I'm with the façade The pistol, the pen, drinkin' with me, pick your demise The silencers screwed on now the clips in disguise Now who the fuck goin' harder than Nickel I take a shit on any nigga, no regard for tissue I go hard; so much harder than everybody I John Doe tag the toe of every body [Hook: Fake Rihanna] We go hard Oh yeah eh eh, we go hard That I, I, I, we go hard Oh yeeeeah-ay ay, we go hard That I, I, I, we go hard Oh yeeeeah-ay ay, we go hard Go hard, so hard So hard, so hard, whoa-oh (Let it breathe) [Post-Hook: Fake Rihanna] The best nigga in the game, yeah, you know this The game never be the same, yeah, you know this [Verse 2: Kid Vishis] (Kid Vishis!) Ignite violence, make him swallow shells That'll clog his windpipe, make the doctor do the Heimlich Fightin' for the loot like a riot; this is Pay-Per-View Rap niggas don't get it unless they buyin' this Blame it on the drugs like Steve-O, you still a Jackass I spit dope, my fans got a crack habit If you can beat me on beats congrats The sore loser when I snatch him out the booth then I beat his ass What you call rappin', I call trash Every punch you call strong, I call jabs, so listen I'm sicker than a stripper, if you tip her, give her fifties and twenties Hit the lights she realize it's counterfeit money My niggas get large cash Push the rock good as Bobby Hurley 'fore the car crash I get star cash, tour cash, more cash Don't wanna pay me, I'mma take it out of your ass Do what you want fam, I say fam cause I fry a man Feelin' angry man, I'll flight 'em in Honestly godly, what fool wanna battle me? I use the Earth as a cue and shoot pool with the galaxy Few could challenge me, who do catastrophe Three cash, guns point the guard, I'm Steve Nash You a rap group, I'll slap through The only time you see a gun is when mine is pointin' at you Skip the church and the reverend I'mma put 'em on a 747 And the destination's Heaven For example, break into my notebook And find more shit than the cops friskin' Rambo Make 'em fade to black, fit 'em for a blindfold Told you I'm a Dibo pitbull, die slow I'll really hit your crib with the semi Break a nigga baby back and ribs, I call my bullets Chili's [Hook & Post-Hook: Fake Rihanna]