作词 : Common
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