Diplo saves his best work for his own projects, something we never got with producers such as The Neptunes or Mark Ronson. You almost get the impression he was feeling his way through tones for Snoop Lion material, and thought, "I could do this. Way fucking better, too." And he did.  "Get Free" doesn't have the huge, crispy power of something like "Beez in the Trap" or the hauntingly personal touches of, well, anything from Frank Ocean's Channel Orange. Its resonance comes from a stronger place, a statement bigger than bragging or confessing, a statement that leaves the artist behind the curtain. It's certainly humanitarian, but not manipulative or corporate-minded like Toms or Bono or "We are The World" for God's sake. Even Amber Coffman's reverent and restrained trills act as nothing more than a brassy piece of this perfect puzzle. Diplo has created a moment with no edges that implies the world. This is an artist working at the height of his powers, giving us tenderness you can still move your ass to.