Communism Lyrics

Communism lyrics

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 entrepreneur that stepped in maneur

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 grease



I got a sense of direction and a compass

Come passed MC's with no 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