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

nigga quotes I tote, got some shit on the free but
This some shit that I wrote, like the goat
Who got
Giving a rest while I make these quarter notes
My album, was expectin, now my water broke
it, I was sorta broke
Get the for the funnies, sports and the horoscope
On a curry goat, like flu stokes coke
You sharp with your rings and 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
get your 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 told the street folklore
Body language spoke raw, don't to broads that are spoke for
That provokes war, out like cold sores
You claim that you but you wholecore
George Bush and CIA, you old or
Write like mention for publishin but you yours

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)

and my
People call me Com and with prospective
I crowds, go off like car alarm sounds
Bomb like 'Nam sounds, tell yo bitch to calm
you want to get me skull askin me to take my hat off
On ill raps, I spit as if I had a bad
This Craig stole a style and ain't take the tag off
yourself, you can't come with it, so you jack off
More heart than an artery, jones in my
To see thugs in harmony, it's gonna be drama
If you try to sit Com down, ain't comedy
Shit is real like a station property, crew is 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
not to make hits but hit home
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 be real
(down on the to real)

R and B studs kill me with they ballads
Love songs is violent, them whole style is silent
I hate to the singers together, but in my head
been ringin forever...and a day if you grew up on Marvin Gaye
Where all you singers booty this and freak me baby, it me
MCs be insecure, like them little hoe Immature
Wearin bobs, if I got a show in your town, I'm there mob
Bukein niggaz and pullin is the apparent job
(on the real)

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

(don't front)