The Battlefield Lyrics - 36 Seasons - Ghostface Killah

Ayo, I'm back after nine years, that's 36 seasons 

Shit is changed up for all types of reasons 

Staten Island ain't the same, shit is lame 

No familiar faces son, I'm dodging the game 

I want a clean slate, but these cops stay screwin' 

Snatching me up off the block, what am I doin'? 

Oh, it's officer Dingle and his sidekick Berry 

Driving me around the hood so I could worry 

See how fucked up it is there's crackheads on every corner 

Kids in the schoolyard smoking marijuana 

I ain't feeling it, this ain't the way I left these blocks 

And my name's faded out like some old damn socks 

I want respect, these streets was my playground once 

I was the Mack across 110th on these stunts 

Not once would a nigga test me or gets zesty 

I would walk down the street and sneeze, they all blessed me 

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Been on the battlefield for a long, long time 

I can see life closing in on this old body of mine 

Yeah, homie, I'm the kingpin called Future 

Make a killin' in these buildings in the millions 

Got 'em feeling like Brewster 

Shit hot as Fallujah 

Kids grown now, they cock rugers 

Welcome back to the sewers 

Where new whips maneuver 

No kids playing, no safe and sound havens 

There's tre pound cases on the playground pavement 

No more dudes with 22's in their sneaker soles 

Kids tote shit that leave your body with a heap of holes 

I'm that neighborhood blizzard flooding these streets with snow 

Heavy iron on the ready, my shit'll crease your clothes 

Keep a flock of sweetest hoes, yeah, I sleeps with those 

Little slum young Keisha Coles with cheaper clothes 

Undercovers all around the gutter, they creepin' low 

I stays ahead, kid, I toss bread like pizza dough 

I keep the tef around my torso with the piece below 

That bulldog short nose, G be at peace with those, you know 

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Been on the battlefield for a long, long time 

I can see life closing in on this old body of mine 

Mama Bear was a church woman, pop's skated off 

I was impaired, an introverted youngin', a lot changed my course 

From nowhere to my first onion then them cops came across Flashed the badge, took my stash, told my little ass get lost 

Threw me off when my grind was prime time then 

You could step on and stretch mine's to a nine times ten 

I was gone, remembering though that fine line's thin 

So I studied that chessboard and we were all blind men 

Dealers ran the streets, but the D's ran them 

I was a killer underneath, but needed expansion 

Something to constitute being high in a coupe 

The cries from my youth so I applied for the suit 

Salute to the enforcer, call me officer now 

Supporter of paraphernalia, I toss it around 

The link to the cartel, costs is down 

It's that Denzel in training day shit, caution my grounds 

Been on the battlefield for a long, long time 

I can see life closing in on this old body of mine