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Yo, I be the Big Illinois, to build and destroy
I come on your deck, on set
On your strip, through your
Rippin any that steps towards me
Yeah, I got power floors be
Yo, it out y'all

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

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

and my
People me Com and collective with prospective
I draw crowds, go off like car sounds
Bomb like 'Nam sounds, tell yo bitch to down
you want to get me skull askin me to take my hat off
On ill raps, I spit as if I had a bad
This Craig nigga stole a style and take the tag off
Playin yourself, you can't 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, this ain't
is real like a station property, crew is formin colonies
Commonly, I these rats thinkin they mahogany
On rap hook, soundin like a dog to me
In a reservoir, I and go
On and on, like Erykah or
Designated not to hits but hit home
Out of proportion, hit makers get
(on the real)

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

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

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

(don't front)