The Battlefield - Kool G Rap, Ghostface Killah, AZ

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 Keyshia 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 w, ith those, you know?

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