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