Common - Communism lyrics
Common [Lonnie Rashid Lynn] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Common - Communism lyrics]
You Troy, I'mma come on the rhythm
With a little 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 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 the 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 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
With a little 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 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 the 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 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