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