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Yo, I be the Big Illinois, to build and destroy
I on your deck, on your set
On strip, through your burrough
Rippin any muthafucka that towards me
Yeah, I got power floors be
Yo, check it out

nigga quotes I tote, got some shit on the free but
This shit that I wrote, legendary like the goat
Who got
a quarter rest while I make these quarter notes
My album, niggaz was expectin, now my broke
Before it, I was sorta
Get the paper for the funnies, and the horoscope
On a curry goat, like flu stokes coke
You sharp with rings and chain but you short a rope
At the end of the road still, I'ma hold shit down like syndrome
Rappers are like Fox Brown to get home
get your touchdown, I'm in the end zone
You can't honor what I'm on, bitch nigga, get gone
>From the wind storm, I've been the street folklore
Body language raw, don't talk to broads that are spoke for
That war, stand out like cold sores
You claim that you hard but you
Bush and CIA, you movin old or
Write like mention for publishin but you yours

Com got rhymes, Dug make
complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet
(on the real) You the shit be real
(down on the to real)

and my
People call me Com and collective with
I crowds, go off like car alarm sounds
Bomb like 'Nam sounds, tell yo bitch to calm
Unless you want to get me skull me to take my hat off
On ill raps, I spit as if I had a bad
This nigga stole a style and ain't take the tag off
Playin yourself, you come with it, so you jack off
More heart an artery, jones in my bones
To see thugs in harmony, it's gonna be drama
If you try to sit Com down, this comedy
Shit is real like a station property, is formin colonies
Commonly, I hear these rats thinkin mahogany
On rap hook, soundin like a dog to me
In a reservoir, I and go
On and on, Erykah or etcetera
Designated not to make but hit home
Out of proportion, hit makers get
(on the real)

Com got rhymes, Dug beats
Style complete, plus unique, the be sweet
(on the real) You know the shit be
(down on the to real)

R and B studs kill me they hardcore ballads
Love songs is violent, them niggaz style is silent
I to Staple the singers together, but in my head
It's been ringin forever...and a day if you grew up on Marvin
Where all you singers booty and freak me baby, it gets me
MCs be insecure, like them hoe niggaz Immature
Wearin bobs, if I got a show in your town, I'm there mob
Bukein niggaz and broads is the apparent job
(on the real)

Com got rhymes, Dug make
complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet
(on the real) You know the shit be
(down on the to real)
Com got rhymes, Dug beats
Style complete, unique, the shit be sweet
(on the real) You know the be real
(down on the to real)

(don't front)