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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 Letras de cancionesThe 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 Th-th-th-th-this man's arms This man's arms This, this man's arms Th-this man's arms From Letras Mania