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

Real nigga quotes I tote, got some shit on the but
This some shit that I wrote, legendary the goat
Who got
Giving a quarter rest while I these quarter notes
My album, niggaz was expectin, now my water
Before it, I was broke
Get the for the funnies, sports and the horoscope
On a curry goat, like flu stokes order
You sharp your 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 touchdown, I'm in the end zone
You can't honor what I'm on, then 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, out like cold sores
You claim you hard but you wholecore
Bush and CIA, you movin old or
Write like mention for 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 me Com and collective with prospective
I draw crowds, go off like car sounds
Bomb like 'Nam sounds, tell yo bitch to down
Unless you want to get me askin me to take my hat off
On ill raps, I spit as if I had a bad
Craig nigga stole a style and ain't take the tag off
Playin yourself, you can't with it, so you jack off
More than an artery, jones in my bones
To see in harmony, it's gonna be some drama
If you try to sit Com down, this comedy
Shit is real a station property, crew is formin colonies
Commonly, I hear these rats thinkin they
On rap hook, soundin like a dog to me
In a reservoir, I and go
On and on, Erykah or etcetera
not to make hits but hit home
Out of proportion, hit makers get
(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)

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

(don't front)