Communism

[Intro]

Yo Troy, I'ma come on the rhythm with a little bit of communism

Yeah, hah

So check it out, yeah

[Verse]

Chick-a chick-a I'm, chick-a chick-a on

Chick-a chick-a my, my, own shit

Like an entrepreneur, that stepped in manure

Man I'm newer than a Jack I went up the hill with Jill

And Jack Jill's big bootay

We did the booty up, I told the Bitch she Betta Have My Money

Or step to the AMG

You know Com Sense, oh yeah him be

That nigga that be making all the bid-by-by-bye sounds

But since then, Common calm down!

I'm on some calm shit watch Com get complicated

Simple motherfuckers say the way that Com communicated

Was too complex, I got a complex not to complain

On my brain no complain and so will my community

And I prefer compliments

So I complement at an angle of ninety degrees

It's the nineties and music got known for the grease

I got a sense of direction and a compass

Com passed emcees with no compassion, though I heard the screams of

But I ain't shy, so why shall I comfort?

Com should have been at the fort with Jeff I'm so ill

But I chilled in my compartment with no company and no meals

Now Com could get the penny, but I want my own company

And Com is on a mission not to work for commission

It's a common market and it's so much competition

But to me, competition is none

To my comp I'm a ton I get amped like Watts in a riot

My compact disc is a commodity, so buy it

Instead of competing with Pete

Com compromised, Com made a promise

Not to commercialize, but compound the soul

With other elements, compelling sense into Communism