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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 burrough
Rippin any muthafucka that towards me
Yeah, I got like floors be
Yo, it out y'all

nigga quotes I tote, got some shit on the free but
This some shit that I wrote, legendary the goat
Who got
Giving a 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, sports and the
On a curry goat, like flu stokes coke
You with your 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
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, I've told the street folklore
Body language spoke raw, don't talk to broads that are for
provokes war, stand out like cold sores
You that you hard but you wholecore
George and CIA, you movin old or
Write like for publishin but you sold yours

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)

and my
People call me Com and collective with
I draw crowds, go off like car sounds
Bomb like 'Nam sounds, tell yo to calm 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 and ain't take the tag off
yourself, you can't come with it, so you jack off
More heart than an artery, in my bones
To see thugs in harmony, gonna be some drama
If you try to sit Com down, this ain't
Shit is real like a station property, crew is formin
Commonly, I hear these rats they mahogany
On every rap hook, soundin a dog to me
In a reservoir, I and go
On and on, Erykah or etcetera
Designated not to hits but hit home
Out of proportion, hit makers get
(on the real)

Com got rhymes, Dug make
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 with they ballads
Love songs is violent, them niggaz whole 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 little hoe niggaz
Wearin bobs, if I got a show in your town, I'm there mob
Bukein niggaz and pullin broads is the job
(on the real)

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

(don't front)