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

nigga quotes I tote, got some shit on the free but
This shit that I wrote, legendary like the goat
Who got
Giving a quarter rest I make these quarter notes
My album, was expectin, now my water broke
Before it, I was broke
Get the for the funnies, sports and the horoscope
On a curry goat, flu stokes order coke
You sharp with your and chain but you short a rope
At the end of the road trip still, I'ma hold down like syndrome
are like Fox Brown tryin to get home
Rarely get your touchdown, I'm in the end
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 to broads that are spoke for
That war, stand out like cold sores
You claim you hard but you wholecore
George and CIA, you movin old or
Write like for publishin but you sold yours

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)

and my
People call me Com and with prospective
I crowds, go off like car alarm sounds
Bomb like 'Nam sounds, tell yo bitch to 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 a style 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, it's gonna be drama
If you try to sit Com down, ain't comedy
Shit is real like a property, crew is formin colonies
Commonly, I hear rats thinkin they mahogany
On every rap hook, soundin a dog to me
In a reservoir, I and go
On and on, like or etcetera
Designated not to make but hit home
Out of proportion, hit get blown
(on the 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)

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

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

(don't front)