Communism

Yo Troy I'ma come on the rhythm
 With a little bit of Communism
 Yeah, hah
 So check it out, yeah
 Chick-a chick-a I'm
 Chick-a chick-a on
 Chick-a chick-a my
 My own shit
 Like an entrepeneur, that stepped in maneur
 Man I'm newer than a Jack, I went up the hill with Jill
 And Jack chills big booty
 But then the booty up, I told the bitch she better have my money
 Or step to the AMG
 You know com'n sense, okay, can 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 complaint and so will my community
 And I prefer compliments
 So I complement at an angle, of 90 degrees
 Since the 90's, and music got known for grease
 I got a sense of direction and a compass
 Come past MC's with compassion, though I heard the screams of
 But I ain't shy, so why shall I comfort
 Commiserate at the fort with Jeff, I'm so ill
 But I chilled in my compartment with no company and no meals
 Now Com can get the panty, 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
 Without the elements, compelling sense into Communism