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