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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
any muthafucka that steps towards me
Yeah, I got power floors be
Yo, it out y'all

Real nigga quotes I tote, got shit on the free but
This some shit that I wrote, legendary like the
Who got
Giving a quarter rest 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 stokes coke
You sharp your rings and chain but you short a rope
At the end of the road still, I'ma hold shit down like syndrome
Rappers are like Fox tryin to get home
Rarely get touchdown, I'm in the end zone
You can't honor I'm on, then bitch nigga, get gone
>From the wind storm, I've been the street folklore
Body language spoke raw, talk to broads that are spoke for
That war, stand out like cold sores
You that you hard but you wholecore
Bush and CIA, you movin old or
Write like mention for but you sold yours

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

and my
People call me Com and collective with
I crowds, go off like car alarm sounds
Bomb like 'Nam sounds, yo bitch to calm down
Unless you want to get me askin me to take my hat off
On ill raps, I as if I had a bad cough
This Craig nigga stole a and ain't take the tag off
yourself, you can't 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, this ain't
Shit is real a station property, crew 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, like or etcetera
Designated not to make hits but hit
Out of proportion, hit get blown
(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 hardcore ballads
Love songs is violent, them niggaz whole is silent
I to Staple 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, them little hoe niggaz Immature
Wearin bobs, if I got a show in your town, I'm with 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 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)