The Gauntlet J-Artz (Ft. Logic, Redlineres & Steph)

[Verse 1: Logic]
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Now who the fuck am I to say that you won't ever make it?
But the way that you rap, the people just won't ever take it
I don't understand why you think you finna live it up
Like a honey on prom night, give it up
Ain't no way you 'gon make it man, you need to conform
Stop everything you doin', start rappin', and still perform
You think that you really can record then go and perform
All the stupid lyrical shit that you been doin?
Think twice, boy, you never had a shot wit it
Go tighten up your game, Botox wit it
'Cause we all know, I'm your worst critic
So what you need to do, you need to do wit it
Is stop, drop, roll out and forget it
'Cause like I said, all those people, they won't ever ever get it
So listen up man, stop in yo' tracks
Stop droppin' tracks and just relax
Now who the fuck am I to say that you wrong, my man?
But it's untouchable, they way I devise the plan
'Cause when I'm on it, I'm on it, and homie I ain't playin'
50/50 like a Gin and Tonic, y'know I'm sayin?
Half emcee, other half listener
Half capturer, and half prisoner
They shit MIDI homie, my shit primo flow celsius and y'all twenty below