Intro: 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 bootay But then the booty up, I told the bitch she better 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 ninties, 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