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

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

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)

and my
People call me Com and collective prospective
I draw crowds, go off like car sounds
like 'Nam sounds, tell yo bitch to calm down
Unless you want to get me askin me to take my hat off
On ill raps, I spit as if I had a bad
This Craig stole a style and ain't 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 drama
If you try to sit Com down, this ain't
Shit is real like a station property, is formin colonies
Commonly, I hear rats thinkin they mahogany
On every rap hook, 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 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 the singers together, but in my head
been ringin forever...and a day if you grew up on Marvin Gaye
Where all you booty this and freak me baby, it gets me
MCs be insecure, them little hoe niggaz Immature
Wearin bobs, if I got a in your town, I'm there with 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 know the shit be
(down on the to 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)

(don't front)