Flowcase

[Verse 1: The Jackal]
I knew a couple artists, they so young, but they go harder
Than a virgin when he first discovers porn; skills enormous
They were born with talent, but people be snorin' at 'em, called 'em
Told 'em "Show me what you made of, what you got", like a Rick and Morty cromulon
My head is obviously double gods and I'm-
-ma comet down, and bomb a fucking continent
With the knowledge, I can drop on them, I'm omnipotent ominous
And I don't play around with fire, I just breathe it, Aussie kid (Yeah)
I will harness the power from the earth, absorb it, channеl energy
Through my sternum, if you nеver heard of me, I'm murdering
Everything I ever touch after fuckin' it
Jack the Ripper style, 'cause I'm wild, do the math, I'm at summit (Uh)
Domino effect, I topple other rappers' necks (Yeah)
And not to flex, I cause an armageddon when I do a mic check (Uh)
Mind set on bodying anything like a tight vest
More powerful than eagle, and if you bird, you are flightless (Yeah)
I think I'm buildin' towers with my prowess, you a coward
I'm a king, so you better bow, sir, spit fire without a flower
So much power, I break a counter
Turn the sweetest rapper sour when I'm ballin', then I bounce out (Go!)
Somebody thinkin' they gonna be rockin' the mic, but I gotta put up with their garbage
I beat a rapper 'til they purple and blue, then red, and then orange
Gotta get up when I wreck it like Ralph, sockin' a couple of rappers and knockin' 'em out
Gonna clown anybody doubtin' the hound (Uh)
They down for the count, that's what I'm about
Shoutouts to my mans, AR and Logpog, 'cause they go hard
And they bosses, honestly, they so great
Jackal on the track, and welcome to the flowcase (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Logpog]
Yo, uh
Hangin' with some rappers, one is known as an Egyptian symbol
Symbolizes death, with every breath, your mortal life will trickle down like rain
My reign will start today, and then you'll hear the children say
"They don't know who's left to pray to" 'cause the gods are gone today
We took their place, look at my face, I'm gettin' sweaty for the taste
I'm really faced with being nothing but some good-for-nothing prey
Because the predators are us, but inside, I'm not feeling great
I'd run away, but I know it's our creed to come and click this bait
It's no mistake, this is my craft, like mac-and-cheese
I get the bread I baked inside my oven, I'm Mc-lovin' when I'm-
Cookin', doin' nothin' but pressin' a button, you're eatin' my food, there won't be no discussion
Devour so much that you become a glutton, I'm peakin' and eatin' right out of my bucket
You're peekin' and seein' my lyrics, discov'rin' how to write like a boss, but your jawline's lockin'
Take chalk and outline hopscotch on the block, 'cause I jump on tracks like a goddamn frog
I don't think that you can stop me, even for a second
While people split atoms, I'll be busy splittin' seconds
Mile high Osiris on a wreckin' boll
I can drop a great track before they finish roll call
What I spit is poetry, some call me Roald Dahl
But I body emcees and throw 'em like rag dolls
Bag tolls at an airport, your rap falls
So much shorter than a tiny little dwarf

[Verse 3: AR]
Yeah
Sit down, get ready for entertainment
You ain't 'bout to make a difference on when I can make a statement
You ain't about to be determinin' whether or not I get a payment
I'ma take your fake approval and smack it along the pavement, yeah
Demonstratin' this superhuman ability
Fluid movement agility, fluent doin' this diff'rently
Chewin', movin' vicitinies, you illudin' the business, G
Don't expect me to leave 'til I visually move the industry
Tell 'em all I'm 'bout to make a hit, so, yo
Y'all ain't really 'bout to match it up with this flow no
Tryna get a feature? I'ma tell that bitch "Oh, no"
Unless I'm workin' for some paper, then... I guess so
'Cause who else has got the stone-cold melody
With loco clarity that goes so incredibly
I get them other rappers in a chokehold method
You wonder why I can murder, 'cause my flows go detonate, like-
Hand me the win, I'mma take it and run wit' it, y'all have been thinkin'
That the method ain't right, but look at me goin', I'm doin' it better than you would've ever been
Nearin', I'm rappin' it like I'm a lyrical weapon, a bomb at your head
I'ma bet that I set it the fuckin' second I write
'Cause dawg, ain't nobody really wanna be the one to put up on the mic when you rap
And I got a pen to get to bodyin' the body that wanna battle when they bite from my craft
Last time you tried to battle, you ran up wit' a slow pace
The smoke came and relocated you with different flowcases
I'm out