Album Name

36 Seasons

Artist

Ghostface Killah

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2014.12.12

Release Agency

워너뮤직

The Battlefield (Feat. Kool G Rap and... - 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
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
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