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

Real quotes I tote, got some shit on the free but
This some shit that I wrote, legendary like the
Who got
Giving a quarter rest while I make these quarter
My album, niggaz was expectin, now my broke
Before it, I was broke
Get the for the funnies, sports 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 trip still, I'ma hold shit down like syndrome
Rappers are like Fox Brown tryin to get
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 told the folklore
Body language spoke raw, don't talk to broads are spoke for
provokes war, stand out like cold sores
You claim that you but you wholecore
George Bush and CIA, you old or
Write like mention for but you sold yours

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)

and my
People me Com and collective with prospective
I draw crowds, go off like car sounds
Bomb 'Nam sounds, tell yo bitch to calm down
Unless you want to get me skull askin me to my hat off
On ill raps, I spit as if I had a bad
Craig nigga stole a style and ain't take the tag off
Playin yourself, you can't with it, so you jack off
More heart than an artery, in my bones
To see thugs in harmony, it's be some drama
If you try to sit Com down, ain't comedy
Shit is real 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 or etcetera
Designated not to hits but hit home
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 whole 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 this and freak me baby, it gets me
MCs be insecure, like little hoe niggaz Immature
Wearin bobs, if I got a show in town, I'm there with mob
niggaz and pullin broads is the apparent job
(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)
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)