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

Real quotes I tote, got some shit on the free but
This shit that I wrote, legendary like the goat
Who got
Giving a quarter while I make these quarter notes
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 rings and chain but you short a rope
At the end of the road trip still, I'ma shit down like syndrome
Rappers are Fox Brown tryin to get home
Rarely get your touchdown, I'm in the end
You can't honor what I'm on, then nigga, get gone
>From the storm, I've been told the street folklore
Body language raw, don't talk to broads that are spoke for
That provokes war, stand out cold sores
You claim that you hard but you
Bush and CIA, you movin old or
Write mention for publishin but you sold yours

Com got rhymes, Dug beats
complete, plus unique, the shit 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 crowds, go off like car alarm sounds
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 style and take the tag off
Playin yourself, you come with it, so you jack off
More than an artery, jones in my bones
To see thugs in harmony, it's gonna be some
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, like a dog to me
In a reservoir, I and go
On and on, Erykah or etcetera
Designated not to make 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 know the be real
(down on the to real)

R and B kill me with they hardcore ballads
Love songs is violent, them niggaz style is silent
I hate to Staple the singers together, but in my
It's been forever...and a day if you grew up on Marvin Gaye
Where all you singers booty this and freak me baby, it me
MCs be insecure, like them little hoe niggaz
bobs, if I got a show in your town, I'm there with mob
Bukein niggaz and broads is the apparent job
(on the real)

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

(don't front)