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Yo, I be the Big Illinois, to build and destroy
I come on deck, on your set
On your strip, your burrough
Rippin any that steps towards me
Yeah, I got power like 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
Giving a quarter rest while I make these quarter
My album, niggaz was expectin, now my water
it, I was sorta broke
Get the paper for the funnies, sports and the
On a curry goat, like flu order coke
You with your rings and chain but you short a rope
At the end of the road trip still, I'ma hold shit down like
Rappers are like Fox Brown tryin to get
Rarely get touchdown, I'm in the end zone
You can't honor what I'm on, bitch nigga, get gone
>From the storm, I've been told the street folklore
language spoke raw, don't talk to broads that are spoke for
That war, stand out like cold sores
You that you hard but you wholecore
George and CIA, you movin old or
like mention for publishin but you sold yours

Com got rhymes, Dug beats
Style complete, unique, the shit be sweet
(on the real) You know the 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 sounds, tell yo bitch to calm down
Unless you want to get me skull askin me to my hat off
On ill raps, I as if I had a bad cough
This Craig nigga a style and ain't take the tag off
Playin yourself, you come with it, so you jack off
More heart than an artery, in my bones
To see thugs in harmony, it's be some drama
If you try to sit Com down, this comedy
Shit is real like a station property, is formin 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 makers get
(on the real)

Com got rhymes, Dug beats
Style complete, unique, the shit be sweet
(on the real) You the shit 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 been forever...and a day if you grew up on Marvin Gaye
Where all you singers booty 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 pullin is the apparent job
(on the real)

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

(don't front)