🎵 This Man // by Common

24 Contributors This Man Lyrics [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 hеr that she would be mine You got world powеr I'ma help you refine Heel up, wheel up, bring it back I bust rhymes in sus 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"