Communism

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 manure

Man, I'm newer than the Jack, I went up the hill with Jill

And Jack Jill's big booty, we did the booty up

I told the bitch she better have my money or step to the AMG

You know Common Sense? Oh yeah, him be

That **** that be making all the bid-bye-bye-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 no grease

I got a sense of direction and a compass

Com passed emcees with no compassion

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 marker 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