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

Real nigga I tote, got some shit on the free but
This some that I wrote, legendary like the goat
Who got
Giving a quarter rest while I make these quarter
My album, niggaz was expectin, now my water
Before it, I was sorta
Get the for the funnies, sports and the horoscope
On a curry goat, like flu stokes coke
You sharp with your rings and but you short a rope
At the end of the trip still, I'ma hold shit down like syndrome
Rappers are Fox Brown tryin to get home
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 street
Body language spoke raw, don't talk to that are spoke for
That provokes war, stand out cold sores
You claim you hard but you wholecore
George and CIA, you movin old or
Write like mention for publishin but you yours

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)

and my
People call me Com and collective with
I draw crowds, go off like car alarm
Bomb like 'Nam sounds, tell yo bitch to calm
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 and ain't take the tag off
Playin yourself, you can't come it, so you jack off
More heart than an artery, jones in my
To see in harmony, it's gonna be some drama
If you try to sit Com down, ain't comedy
Shit is real like a station property, crew is colonies
Commonly, I hear these rats thinkin they
On every rap hook, soundin 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 get blown
(on the 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)

R and B studs kill me with they ballads
Love songs is violent, them niggaz whole style is
I hate to the singers together, but in my head
It's ringin forever...and a day if you grew up on Marvin Gaye
all you singers booty 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 with mob
Bukein niggaz and broads is the apparent job
(on the real)

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

(don't front)