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

nigga quotes I tote, got some shit on the free but
This some that I wrote, legendary like the goat
Who got
a quarter rest 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, and the horoscope
On a curry goat, like flu stokes order
You sharp with your rings and but you short a rope
At the end of the road still, I'ma hold shit down like syndrome
Rappers are like Fox tryin to get home
Rarely get touchdown, I'm in the end zone
You can't honor what I'm on, then bitch nigga, get
>From the storm, I've been told the street folklore
Body language spoke raw, don't talk to broads are spoke for
provokes war, stand out like cold sores
You claim that you hard but you
Bush and CIA, you movin 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 be real
(down on the to real)

and my
People me Com and collective with prospective
I draw crowds, go off like car sounds
Bomb like 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 ain't the tag off
Playin yourself, you can't with it, so you jack off
More heart 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
Shit is real like a station property, crew is formin
Commonly, I hear these rats thinkin mahogany
On every rap hook, like a dog to me
In a reservoir, I and go
On and on, like Erykah or
not to make hits but hit home
Out of proportion, hit makers get
(on the real)

Com got rhymes, Dug make
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 they hardcore ballads
songs is violent, them niggaz whole style is silent
I hate to the singers together, but in my head
It's been ringin forever...and a day if you grew up on Gaye
Where all you singers booty this and freak me baby, it 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
complete, plus 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, plus unique, the shit be
(on the real) You know the be real
(down on the to real)

(don't front)