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

Real nigga quotes I tote, got shit on the free but
This some shit I wrote, legendary like the goat
Who got
a quarter rest while 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, like flu order coke
You sharp with rings and chain but you short a rope
At the end of the road trip still, I'ma hold shit down syndrome
Rappers are Fox Brown tryin to get home
get your 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 told the street folklore
Body language raw, don't talk to broads that are spoke for
That provokes war, stand out like cold
You claim that you hard but you
George and CIA, you movin old or
Write like mention for 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, tell yo 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 a style and ain't take the tag off
Playin yourself, you come with it, so you jack off
More heart than an artery, jones in my
To see thugs in harmony, it's be some drama
If you try to sit Com down, ain't comedy
Shit is real like a station property, is formin colonies
Commonly, I hear these rats thinkin mahogany
On rap hook, soundin like a dog to me
In a reservoir, I and go
On and on, Erykah 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 be sweet
(on the real) You know the be real
(down on the to real)

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

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)
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)

(don't front)