Communism

Lyrics for 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