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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 steps towards me
Yeah, I got power like be
Yo, it out y'all

Real 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 while I these quarter notes
My album, niggaz was expectin, now my water
it, I was sorta broke
Get the paper for the funnies, and the horoscope
On a curry goat, like flu stokes order
You sharp with your rings and chain but you short a
At the end of the road trip still, I'ma hold down like syndrome
Rappers are like Fox Brown to get home
Rarely get touchdown, I'm in the end zone
You can't what I'm on, then bitch nigga, get gone
>From the wind storm, I've been the street folklore
Body spoke raw, don't talk to broads that are spoke for
provokes war, stand out like cold sores
You claim you hard but you wholecore
Bush and CIA, you movin old or
Write mention for publishin but you sold yours

Com got rhymes, Dug make
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 collective prospective
I draw crowds, go off car alarm 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 Craig nigga stole a style and take the tag off
Playin yourself, you can't 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 a station property, crew is formin colonies
Commonly, I these rats thinkin 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 make hits but hit
Out of proportion, hit get blown
(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)

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

(don't front)