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Yo, I be the Big Illinois, to build and destroy
I come on deck, on your set
On your strip, your burrough
Rippin any muthafucka that steps me
Yeah, I got power floors 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
a quarter rest while I make these quarter notes
My album, niggaz was expectin, now my broke
Before it, I was broke
Get the paper for the funnies, sports and the
On a curry goat, like flu stokes order
You with your rings and chain but you short a rope
At the end of the trip 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, been told the street folklore
Body language spoke raw, don't to broads that are spoke for
That provokes war, stand out 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 make
Style complete, plus unique, the shit be
(on the real) You know the shit be
(down on the to real)

and my
People me Com and collective with prospective
I draw crowds, go off like car alarm
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 style and take the tag off
Playin yourself, you can't with it, so you jack off
heart than 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 thinkin they mahogany
On every rap hook, soundin a dog to me
In a reservoir, I and go
On and on, Erykah or etcetera
not to make hits but hit home
Out of proportion, hit get blown
(on the real)

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

R and B studs kill me with they ballads
Love songs is violent, them niggaz whole is silent
I hate to Staple the 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 little hoe niggaz
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 beats
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
Style complete, plus unique, the be sweet
(on the real) You know the be real
(down on the to real)

(don't front)