[Lyric] Team BackPack Contest 2013 (Kreative Mind)

Uhh, ready to kill it, I step and attack
Too ill with the flows, medical wrap
MC's want to front, get sent to the back
No one applaud, ya'll beggin' on the weapon to clap
Stay sick and I could sever the track
While you be on a brand new level of wack
I'm at the factory and not for the cheesecake
Tryna get a buzz similar to what the bees make
I keep winnin', I beat your weak rhythm
My heat seekin', they diggin' it deep like freak women
I smash hits, maybe my raps lift
I'm skinny, but steadily leaving the tracks ripped
The brain's sick, packing insane wits
Givin'em Ex Lax for knowing they ain't shit
Your main bitch, she be hopin' to be pleasant
I be tearing up the box, like I'm openin' a present
Bitch