This Man

歌手: Common Pete Rock • 专辑:The Auditorium Vol. 1 • 发布时间:2024-07-12
作词 : Lonnie Rashid Lynn/Peter Phillips/Loleatta Holloway
 作曲 : Lonnie Rashid Lynn/Peter Phillips/Loleatta Holloway
 I drop a gem in the ocean
 Soundwaves of underground days put this man in motion
 I quarterback like water raps
 And chocolate supported that, on stage, my daughter rapped
 She was an infant, now she see infinity
 I'm a gentleman, I let 'em down gently
 Good energy around
 Born to fly but still see the ground
 In life I rebound
 Like Draymond, I get green
 I been on the inseam of big things
 So my whole team can get rings
 Saturn returned, some patterns were learned
 I battled and burned as it would turn
 The world, I told her that she would be mine
 You got world power, I'ma help you refine
 Heel up, wheel up, bring it back
 I bust rhymes in sus times and touch minds till it's us time
 Th-th-th-th-this man's arms
 This man's arms
 This, this man's arms
 Th-this man's arms
 Praise and emotion
 Raised in devotion
 The first shall be last as the days seem to close in
 Had to let it go or in time, be frozen
 Hip hop is a movement, I stayed in motion
 Days get broken into pieces
 Sometimes the moment whispers, "Come to Jesus"
 Procedures of Cesars to try to seize us
 Ease up, I don't F with 'em 'cause it's G's up
 I hold down the fort like I'm Jeff
 Every time I rock my hat to the left, it reminds me of Sef
 The breath of the fallen
 They breathe through my callin'
 Poetic gestures, I'm rap's James Baldwin
 The way I pass words, you don't have to log in
 My mind visits places we've all been
 Used to shop at Aldi with my mother, now I'm all in
 360 open doors, I'm revolving
 Th-th-th-th-this man's arms
 This man's arms
 This, this man's arms
 Th-this man's arms
 Downloads of hard drives on lakeshore
 I told the crowd make money, but I need to make more
 To pay for the rent and the parking tickets
 While they pay for tickets for me to spark and kick it
 Dark and wicked the game can be
 I sit with the people, they understand me
 Whether Grammy or Oscar, I keep the same posture
 I keep a far eye like a rasta
 On what's ahead
 Locked in like a dread
 We break bread to stay fed, no more nights of livin' baseheads
 My public persona's the enemy of drama
 I don't know no hustlers greater than my mama
 Keep principles like Kwanzaa, Nia, and Umoja
 My purpose is about unity for the culture
 Ode to the greats who did it with grace and charm
 The game's in good hands in this man's arms
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 This man's arms
 This, this man's arms
 Th-this man's arms
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