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

nigga quotes I tote, got some shit on the free but
This some shit that I wrote, legendary the goat
Who got
Giving a rest while I make these quarter notes
My album, niggaz was expectin, now my broke
it, I was sorta broke
Get the for the funnies, sports and the horoscope
On a goat, like flu stokes order coke
You sharp with rings and chain but you short a rope
At the end of the road trip still, I'ma hold down like syndrome
are like Fox Brown tryin to get home
Rarely get touchdown, I'm in the end zone
You can't honor what I'm on, then bitch nigga, get
>From the wind storm, I've been told the street
language spoke raw, don't talk to broads that are spoke for
That war, stand out like cold sores
You that you hard but you wholecore
George Bush and CIA, you old or
Write mention for publishin but you sold yours

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)

and my
People call me Com and with prospective
I draw crowds, go off car alarm 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
This Craig nigga stole a style and take the tag off
Playin yourself, you can't come with it, so you off
More than an artery, jones in my bones
To see thugs in harmony, gonna be some drama
If you try to sit Com down, this comedy
Shit is real like a station property, is formin colonies
Commonly, I hear these 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 hits but hit home
Out of proportion, hit makers get
(on the real)

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

R and B kill me with they hardcore ballads
Love is violent, them niggaz whole style is silent
I hate to Staple the together, but in my head
It's ringin forever...and a day if you grew up on Marvin Gaye
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 show in your town, I'm with mob
Bukein niggaz and pullin broads is the job
(on the real)

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

(don't front)