Communism - Dirty Version

Yo Troy, I'ma come on the rhythm

With a little bit of communism

Yeah, hahSo 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

JillAnd Jack

Jill's big bootay

We did the booty up,

I told the bitch

She betta have my money or step to the

AMGYou 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 comfortCommiserate 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

PeteCom compromised,

Com made a promise

Not to commercialize, but compound the soul

Without the elements, compelling sense into

Communism