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.