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Yo, I be the Big Illinois, to build and destroy
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, it out y'all

Real quotes I tote, got some shit on the free but
some shit that I wrote, legendary like the goat
Who got
Giving a rest while I make these quarter notes
My album, niggaz was expectin, now my water
Before it, I was sorta
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 syndrome
Rappers are Fox Brown tryin to get home
get your touchdown, I'm in the end zone
You can't what I'm on, then bitch nigga, get gone
>From the wind storm, been told the street folklore
Body language spoke raw, talk to broads that are spoke for
That war, stand out like cold sores
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 make
complete, plus 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 'Nam sounds, tell yo bitch to calm down
Unless you to get me skull askin me to take my hat off
On ill raps, I spit as if I had a bad
This nigga stole a style and ain't take the tag off
yourself, you can't come with it, so you jack off
More heart than an artery, jones in my
To see thugs in harmony, gonna be some drama
If you try to sit Com down, this ain't
Shit is real a station property, crew is formin colonies
Commonly, I hear these rats they mahogany
On rap hook, soundin like a dog to me
In a reservoir, I and go
On and on, like Erykah or
Designated not to hits but hit home
Out of proportion, hit get blown
(on the real)

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

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

(don't front)