This Man

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 rap

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 to get green, I've been on the inseam of big things

So my whole team could get rings

Saturn return, some patterns were learned

I battled and burned, ** 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 such times and touch mines 'til it's us time

This, this, this, this, this man's arms (way)

This man's arms (this man's arms)

This, this man's arms (me)

This, this man's arms (this man's arms)

Praise and emotion, raised in devotion

The first shall be last as the days seem close and

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 Caesars that try to seize us

Ease up, I don't F' wit' '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 of Seff

The breath of the fallen, they breathe through my callin'

Poetic justice, I'm rap's James Baldwin

The way I pass words, you don't have to log in

My mind visits places we all been

Used to shop and argue with my mother, now I'm all in

Three-sixty open doors, I'm revolvin'

This, this, this, this, this man's arms (way)

This man's arms (this man's arms)

This, this man's arms (me)

This, this man's arms (this man's arms)

Downloads of hard drives on Lake Shore

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 and stay fed, no more nights of living 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 and this man's arms

This, this, this, this, this man's arms (way)

This man's arms (this man's arms)

This, this man's arms (me)

This, this man's arms (this man's arms)

Build ** with, with this

And, and you know, know that I'm the soloist

So your attention, attention, attention's undivided

I'm the C to the O double M-O-N (hey)

Build ** with, with this

And, and you know, know that I'm the soloist (I will never)

I'm the C to the O double M-O-N