New Blood

I got this piece it's a nine I keep it for piece of mind
But if you come for a piece of mine I'll blow a piece out your mind

Nowadays the only piece of mind I find is when I'm stretching time
Leave you on a stretcher if you ever step to me or mine

Shit my precision's so fine I'll put a hole through a dime
I could leave one in your dome or I could put two in your spine

It ain't the time or place for you to even think that you should cross the line
You cross either one of us you better cross your heart and hope to die

We ain't for the kiddy games bitch you ain't what your city claims
When you was in the holding cell you gave up like fifty names

We snatching your shitty chains switching gears and then switching lanes
We doing a buck fifty in the flames wishing it would rain

But not on my parade you throwing shade I'm throwing grenades
Sharpening all the knives up because I'm surgical with the blades

I'm merciless when I spray see the nervousness you display
Your fears surface when I emerge and leave you in dismay

(Goddamn, you want me to come in after that shit
Yeah
Alright fuck it here it goes
Uh)

Ambrxse the head honcho bullets rain through your poncho
Always talking rah rah shit until I let this nine go
Like the Celtics did Rondo I'm trying to find where my mind go
You don't want me to snap and break your back
Your guts get gashed I get you clapped
Your body collapsed then burn your ass
No body bags just urn your ash
I earn this cash and burn it fast and earn it back
You fuck

Grabbing the mic and I'm off eluding opponents with ease
Like they handed the ball off to the short kid with special needs
Call me turbo to these snails I hit the gas for extra speed
Like somebody chopped the Adderall up and mixed it with the weed
Catch me at the endzone with orange slices taking a knee
It's halftime me and my team already got a tremendous lead
Might not even play the second half might sub the second string
I'm a freshman and I'm starting you're just a junior on JV
The game needs new blood just gave it eight IV's
That's thirty two lines of madness call it a sweet sixteen
(Do the math)