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 © NO I.D. MUSIC PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com