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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 muthafucka that 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 shit that I wrote, legendary the goat
Who got
Giving a quarter while I make these quarter notes
My album, niggaz was expectin, now my broke
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 rings and chain but you short a rope
At the end of the road still, I'ma hold 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
the wind storm, I've been told the street folklore
Body language spoke raw, talk to broads that are spoke for
That provokes war, stand out cold sores
You claim that you but you wholecore
Bush and CIA, you movin old or
Write mention for publishin but you sold yours

Com got rhymes, Dug make
Style complete, 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 collective prospective
I crowds, go off like car alarm sounds
Bomb like 'Nam sounds, tell yo to calm down
Unless you to get me skull askin me to take my hat off
On ill raps, I as if I had a bad cough
This nigga stole a style and ain't 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 drama
If you try to sit Com down, this ain't
Shit is real like a station property, crew is colonies
Commonly, I hear these thinkin they mahogany
On every rap hook, soundin a dog to me
In a reservoir, I and go
On and on, like Erykah or
Designated not to make hits but hit
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 shit be
(down on the to real)

R and B kill me with they hardcore ballads
Love songs is violent, them niggaz whole style is
I to Staple the singers together, but in my head
It's been forever...and a day if you grew up on Marvin Gaye
Where all you singers this and freak me baby, it gets me
MCs be insecure, them little hoe niggaz Immature
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
Style complete, plus unique, the be sweet
(on the real) You know the shit be
(down on the to real)
Com got rhymes, Dug beats
complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet
(on the real) You the shit be real
(down on the to real)

(don't front)