Im on my own sh t...
Like an entrepeneur, that stepped in maneur
man I'm newer than a Jack, I went up the hill with Jill
And Jack chills big bootay
But then the booty up, I told the b tch "she better have my money"
Or step to the AMG
You know Com Sense, oh yeah him be
That n gga that be making all the bid-by-by-bye sounds
But since then, Common calm down!
I'm on some calm sh t watch Com get complicated
Simple motherf ckers 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
Since the ninties, and music got known for grease
I got a sense of direction and a compass
Come past 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
