[Common:]
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 mutha$#&@a that steps towards me

Yeah, I got power like floors be
Yo, check it out y'all


Real ^!$$% quotes I tote, got some %#@! on the free but
This some %#@! that I wrote, legendary like the goat
Who got game?

Giving a quarter rest while I make these quarter notes
My album, ^!$$%z 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 !@%!e
You sharp with your rings and chain but you short a rope

At the end of the road trip still, I'ma hold %#@! 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 (*##$ ^!$$%, 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 %#@! be sweet
(on the real)You know the %#@! 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 (*##$ 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 ^!$$% 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
%#@! 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 ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$%z Immature
Wearin bobs, if I got a show in your town, I'm there with mob

Bukein ^!$$%z and pullin broads is the apparent job
(scratching)(on the real)


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