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My style is like a tree, juvinile rhymes with leaves/
you see, the leaves are the flow and the rhymes are the tree/
It get's bigger and more fasinating while time passes by/
but in the winter the tree looses leaves while I'm spittin' rhymes/
Attacking the Hulk and battling me is something you can compair/
no matter who it is the fight will never be fair/
You can't compete with my unusual talent/
because when I'm finished with you, I garantee that you'll be silent/
Violent lines taking you down and destroying your chance/
and when your choking you will know I've stolen all of your fans/
but enough with the ego I wanna spit about some serious shit/
like how many people start something new without finishig it/
man it's fucked up how some people end up in the streets/
after making one big mistake because of their greed/
they start drinking their pain away and losing everything/
sinking deeper into their own sorrow, that is their getaway/
from trynig to face their problems instead of facing the devil/
A.K.A. Alcoholism, that shit will kill'em.



peace…