Royce Da 5'9" - Get The Dust Off (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro: Royce da 5'9"] Yeah… I feel like a… new motherf**er, man Alright, let's get the dust off Let's get back to work Stretch Nickel [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] Yeah – I said victory, defeat – parallel feelings Getting rich, friends trip, farewell bid ‘em You go against me you won't fare well I'll leave your a** bleeding in the stairwell Turn you to the “the” between the “where Hell” Is he, like the cologne that I spray on him? Emerald, my stones so clean they looking sterile I'm so major, that when I pa**, treat these last flows like the last scroll Auction off these last known pages Stuck in my own ways, making a**hole wages Username is Pa**code Vegas It's Nickel, n***a, you can keep your little two cents No longer the Patron enthusiast, on to a new blueprint I feel like zoning, find the headphones and spew it for my own amusement Until it's tool time, I ain't use it for home improvement And I don't have to know magic, bruh I'm waving this ratchet like abracadabra That's a cadaverer, and only God to witness our resemblance My guys relentless, riding like Mogwais inside the Gremlin Designer rifles out the window, you ain't seen this heat Banana clips see-through, looking like ballerina feet Got your entire age-range on my dick It's nothing to put your little stage name on my list I took a little break to make some plans in my life I never thought I'd see the day that I'd put hands on my wife, but That's another story, perhaps another chapter In the book written autobiographic by a warrior Another story of a good guy whose eyelids are drunken shut Getting f**ed up so much, you don't know what the f** is up Watching World Star, clutching a cup Right after giving a side chick a bus driver uppercut But that's another story I'm just getting the dust off Slaughterhouse Goodbye…