No I.D. - Communism lyrics

You Troy, I'mma come on the rhythm With a little communism [Verse 1] Chick-a chick-a I'm Chick-a chick-a on Chick-a chick-a my My, own sh** Like an entrepreneur, that stepped in manure 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 b**h she Betta Have My Money Or step to the AMG You know Com Sense, oh yeah him be That n***a that be making all the bid-by-by-bye sounds But since then, Common calm down! I'm on some calm sh** watch Com get complicated Simple motherf**ers 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 the grease I got a sense of direction and a compa** Com pa**ed MC's with no compa**ion, though I heard the screams of But I ain't shy, so why shall I comfort? Com should have been at the fort with Jeff I'm so ill But I chilled in my compartment with no company and no meals Now Com could get the penny, 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 With other elements, compelling sense into Communism