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

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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