I lead tha pack even if their aint no one to follow--
I spit more shit than a belimic bitch afraid to swallow--
rookies step up to tha plate but they seem 2 forget they bats--
think they can battle DeLeon? these niggas forget they facts--
i clap more than than the oscars after an emmy winnin performance--
and pack more heat than a volcano but my flows never go dormant--
fuck your dumb shit, i dont like how these soft rooks is actin--
talkin back to they daddy, if they moms wasnt at the party they'd just be jizz stains on a napkin--
chew up phony lines and spit em back out like a champ--
specially when i can turn off these phony mc's light like a lamp--
your simple, simplistic rhymes aint shit--
so drop tha keyboard you better off ridin dick--
so lemme give ya advice and in ya mind's where it sticks--
you a featherweight nigga tryin to deal with tha bricks--
you just dont know, my gats got more *pop* than justin timberlake--
askin how much glory i want? well how much should a winner take?--


Yall vote on that Lost Child Vs Deleon