One two  one two  one two
 Yo  I be the Big Illinois  here to build and destroy
 I come on your deck  on your set
 On your strip  through your burrough
 Rippin any muthafucka that steps towards me
 Yeah  I got power like floors be
 Yo  check it out y'all

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

 chorus: Dug Infinite
 Com got rhymes, Dug make beats
 Style complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet
 (on the real)You know the shit be real(x5)
 (down on the real to real)

 Common:
 Chicka-chicka-M-chicka-C-chicka-M and my
 People call me Com and collective with prospective
 I draw crowds, go off like car alarm sounds
 Bomb like 'Nam sounds, tell yo bitch to calm down
 Unless you want to get me skull askin me to take my hat off
 On ill raps, I spit as if I had a bad cough
 This Craig nigga stole a style and ain't take the tag off
 Playin yourself, you can't come with it, so you jack off
 More heart than an artery, jones in my bones
 To see thugs in harmony, it's gonna be some drama
 If you try to sit Com down, this ain't comedy
 Shit is real like a station property, crew is formin colonies
 Commonly, I hear these rats thinkin they mahogany
 On every rap hook, soundin like a dog to me
 In a reservoir, I flow and go
 On and on, like Erykah or etcetera
 Designated not to make hits but hit home
 Out of proportion, hit makers get blown
 (scratching)(on the real)

 chorus: Dug Infinite

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

 chorus(x2)
 (don't front)(echoed