Communism Lyrics - Singles - Common Sense

You Troy, I'mma come on the rhythm 

With a little communism 

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 MC's 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