"This Man" lyrics - COMMON & PETE ROCK
[Verse 1: Common]
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, 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 such times and touch mines 'til it's us time
[Chorus: Loleatta Hathaway]
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)
[Verse 2: Common]
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 me of Sef
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 at Aldi with my mother, now I'm all in
Three-sixty open doors, I'm revolvin'
[Chorus: Loleatta Hathaway]
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)
[Verse 3: Common]
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
[Chorus: Loleatta Hathaway]
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)
[Outro: Samples]
"New shit" "I'm with, I'm 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"
"New shit" "I'm with, I'm 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"
