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Yo, I be the Big Illinois, here to and destroy
I on your deck, on your set
On your strip, your burrough
Rippin any muthafucka that steps me
Yeah, I got like floors be
Yo, it out y'all

Real quotes I tote, got some shit on the free but
This some shit that I wrote, legendary like the
Who got
Giving a quarter while I make 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 still, I'ma hold 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, bitch nigga, get gone
>From the storm, I've been told the street folklore
Body language spoke raw, talk to broads that are spoke for
That provokes war, stand out like cold
You claim that you hard but you
Bush and CIA, you movin old or
Write mention for publishin but you sold yours

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)

and my
People call me Com and with prospective
I draw crowds, go off like car sounds
like '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 as if I had a bad cough
Craig nigga stole a style and ain't take the tag off
Playin yourself, you come with it, so you jack off
More heart an artery, jones in my bones
To see thugs in harmony, gonna be some drama
If you try to sit Com down, ain't comedy
Shit is real like a station property, crew is colonies
Commonly, I hear these rats they mahogany
On every rap hook, like a dog to me
In a reservoir, I and go
On and on, Erykah or etcetera
Designated not to make hits but hit
Out of proportion, hit makers get
(on the real)

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

R and B studs kill me with they hardcore
Love songs is violent, them 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 booty this and freak me baby, it gets me
MCs be insecure, them little hoe niggaz Immature
Wearin bobs, if I got a show in town, I'm there with mob
Bukein niggaz and pullin 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 beats
Style complete, plus unique, the shit be
(on the real) You the shit be real
(down on the to real)

(don't front)