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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 your
Rippin any muthafucka that steps me
Yeah, I got power like 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, niggaz was expectin, now my broke
Before it, I was broke
Get the for the funnies, sports and the horoscope
On a curry goat, flu stokes order coke
You with your rings 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 folklore
Body language spoke raw, don't talk to broads are spoke for
That provokes war, stand out like sores
You that you hard but you wholecore
George and CIA, you movin old or
Write like for publishin but you sold yours

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)

and my
People call me Com and with prospective
I draw crowds, go off like car sounds
Bomb like 'Nam sounds, yo bitch to calm 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 stole a and ain't take the tag off
Playin yourself, you can't come 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 comedy
Shit is real like a station property, crew is formin
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
not to make hits but hit home
Out of proportion, hit makers get
(on the real)

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

R and B studs kill me with hardcore ballads
Love songs is violent, them niggaz style is silent
I hate to Staple the singers together, but in my
It's been ringin forever...and a day if you up on Marvin Gaye
Where all you singers this and freak me baby, it gets me
MCs be insecure, like them little hoe niggaz
Wearin bobs, if I got a show in your town, I'm there mob
Bukein niggaz and pullin broads is the 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
complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet
(on the real) You know the shit be
(down on the to real)

(don't front)