It's Like That (Forsyth is Back) [feat. Fat Joe]

Ain't nothin' new about this, it's your boy Fat Joe, aka Joe Crack the Don

 Shout out to the homie Forsyth

 This joint right here is called Forsyth's Back

 He ain't never go nowhere, but Forsyth, he back

 Okay, I'm back with prop dylan and I'm chillin' like a villain

 Feelin' like Weezy F baby, cuz I ain't got no ceilings

 I'm revealing, not concealing, I got aces like I'm dealing

 And I'm peeling off a can of whoop-ass to get him reeling

 And there'll be no time for healing on a highway two wheelin'

 God willing, I ascend to a king, I'll have him kneeling

 And I'm trying to make a killing off the rap game, filling up my catalog

 Building a foundation for my children, want a reason?

 Got a million, want a feature?

 Whats your billing?

 I like my steaks Brazilian and my pizza Sicilian

 I'm a one-on-one, most these other folks are chameleons

 And she like me for my manners, lucky me went to cotillion

 I'm the captain of this journey like I'm Gilligan

 High and I'm drunk, got the whole ship keelin'

 Feels way too fun going dumb, guess we lit again

 About to turn this L.A. summer up to a gazillion

 And I got my schedule packed, hit him with some of this and that

throw my money in the wishing well watch it double back

and im on course like rail road tracks so if you speak on a don

just be matter of fact cuz oh yea its like that, hell yea its like that

so nice do it twice if you feel me double back

tell the DJ put a little this with that were putting hip hop back on the map

and im fit for the bill like a fitted cap chill for real

and gonna stop spitting till i break a mill

keep the record spinning like a ferris wheel and my will you feel put my art on a pedestal

my pen is stell im sick dawg need penicil

in for a pound, fuck a penny, that ain't worth a deal

 And I'm not one to make a mound out of molehill

 But hey prop, let them know the deal

 Put your money where your mouth is

 Do it, this a roundhouse kick for the doubters

 our sound be the loudest, matter of fact, it's the wildest

 Run up on your own block like 25-rot weilers

 Rabidaa, disobedient with no leash

 Took a leap of faith and I landed on both feet

 I'm the goat, man, it smellin' like goat cheese

 I move fleek in the polo sports, no beach

 Still doin' it with no deal

 I'm in control on my own lane, they lookin' like roadkill

 Like, oh, yo, man, it's so real

 Hold still, let the coach spill

 I'm chartin' unknown waters with the flow like I could grow gills

 Yeah, I gotta flow like oatmeal

 Stagnated, and the old man, he can't make it

 Bet you that's last satans and last fables

 You better off, Matt Cadence

 Blast tracks from the basement

 Half man, half a mason, bein' skillmatic

 Still rotated on your favorite rap station

 And that's places, daily operations

 But we're skatin' on a whole nother wavelength

 Best bring your game or duck low

 Cause my slam dunk raps will splash the front row