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Yo, I be the Big Illinois, here to build and
I on your deck, on your set
On your strip, your burrough
Rippin any muthafucka that steps me
Yeah, I got power like be
Yo, it out y'all

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

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

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

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

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

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

(don't front)