conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called BackPack with the following description: “BackPack” is a remix of the OutKast track “ATLiens” off of their album of the same name.
  This track almost mirrors one of Logic’s previous tracks entitled “‘95 Tip,” which appeared on his debut mixtape, Psychological: The Mixtape. His reasoning was that he wanted the track to be remastered when transitioning from his previous Psycholgical name to his current name, Logic. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  I'ma just go in on this joint right now for y'all
  All my lyricism heads where y'all at?
  [Verse 1]
  I spit fifties and shit hundreds, do shit that's undid
  Spontaneously combust in these bitches guts
  I get 'em wet, no need to touch
  Break they back like dutches
  Keep em close like the toast I clutch
  Never the less, I'm never depressed
  I keep feelings suppressed
  One of the best but need to listen if I'ma progress
  I'm ready to live, I'm ready to die, I'm ready to ride for rap
  I said it on a record, now I can't take it back
  Stop, I shut it down like a blood clot
  Smoke emcees, like a fuckin bumbaclot
  Mic check, I come to catch wreck
  Death before dishonor so I'm coming for your neck
  I pop emcees like hymens
  Y'all glass posing as studs but I'm a diamond
  I reckon you need to listen, I'm never dissin'
  Unless your shit is wack, I'll beat you into submission
  Catch me fishin', cause I'm eating for a lifetime
  Wisdom in my mind, I'm a star watch me shine
  Fucking your bitch from behind
  Record it and hit rewind
  I'm nasty,
   construct rhymes like rhinoplasty
  A hip-hop statute, 
  rhymes coming at you
  God bless you,
   
  when I kick wisdom it never stress you
  Or test you unless you a dumb motherfucker [Interlude]
  We gon' get into it like this...
  [Verse 2]
  Said this is mathematic tactics, 
  murder this rap shit
  Intravenously inject my prophylactics
  Inhale my words like a fresh batch of Vicks
  Similar to black ice cause the flow so slick
  What's up, rappers hear the rhyme they slit they wrists up
  Do a whole lotta talking, no rapping like fisticuffs
  Yeah, turn my headphones up
  That's all you sayin' but I'm sprayin' and I can't get enough
  Raw, rugged and rough, my alter ego Mr. Tough
  I'll call your bluff, face to face never snuff
  I murder you with predicate poetic balletic shit
  No mercy, 'cause if I grip the mic they might curse me
  Da Vinci flow,
  'fore I grip the mic I'm in control
  Before I manifested tendons I was rhyming as a embryo
  Living in vertigo half of these fuckers don't know
  It's Logic, heh, I said it's (
  Logic
  )
  [Outro]
  As you can see my jedi power are far beyond yours