Logic - The Gauntlet lyrics

[Verse 1: Logic] Uh Now who the f** 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 There 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 sh** 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 f** 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 sh** [?] homie, my sh** primo flow celsius and y’all twenty below [Verse 2: Redlineres] Look, I’m all about pa**in’, I ain’t got no time to fail Fellin’ my wrath every time when I spit this hell (yeah) You a fraud n***a (uh) You stop playin’ or your life gonna get you in the box, in jail It ain’t nothing harder than the balls (nah) My pa**ion and every day will get me far And no time for real, no time for lames Start drinkin’ the liquor straight so it can take the pain I’m on the red line reminiscing on the train Think positive, and every day, just maintain You know? [Verse 3: J-Artz] Uh, Mr. Johnson, all-star Stockton Got a couple golden guns, devil hellmarksman A double k** is needed to prove the sk** Got the eyes out flow, no radar low I’m a black ho, no escape, let’s go To the edge of the universe, homie let’s roll You’re a [?] perfect one, blind spot [?], blind spot Metal [?] inject, call me a robojock Never seen for [?], ’cause I’m [?] Space travel with no ship, techless I’m naturally superior to other stage dwellers Sneak attack, body bag, beacon [?], Goodfella D.C. clash with this, others can’t [?] with it Got the [?] force, welcome to the dark abyss [Verse 4: Steph] Caught up in a secret society And the money just ease my anxiety ‘Cause I know, I don’t talk to the lord (uh) My heart dark for having to endorse such Pain as youngin’ so to numb it I sip lean Let the weed fill up my lungs, and pop champagne ‘Til I get sick stomach, just disgusting what we do for a lil’ money They say, “You gotta change your ways, ’cause the Lord’s comin'” And I just gotta get paid, the landlord comin’ So I’m like, “Forget God, just cut my check” Just like a Nike sweatshirt (uh) Caught up in the rapture, fashion and swagger Snapback, award shows sharper than a dagger Polo sweater made the same year that I was born And hand on the bible to the [?] I was sworn in