conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called The Gauntlet with the following description: “The Gauntlet” is supposedly one of the oldest known songs to include Logic.
  The song is believed to have been recorded between 2008-2009, which means it could have been recorded before his first ever project, Logic: The Mixtape. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Logic]
  Uh
  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 [Verse 2: Redlineres]
  Look, I'm all about passin', I ain't got no time to fail
  Feelin' this wrath every time when I spit this hell (yeah)
  You a fraud nigga (uh)
  Yes, I can tell
  Playin' with your life is gonna get you in the box, in jail
  It ain't nothing harder than the bars (nah)
  My passion and everyday gift will take 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, double O marksman
  A double kill is needed to prove the skill
  Got the eyes outflow, no radar low
  I'm a black ho, no escape, let's go
  To the edge of the universe, homie let's roll
  Pyramid perfect point
  Double top blind spot
  Nano-tech injected, call me a Robojock
  Never seem fatigued, 'cause I'm airless
  Space travel with no ship, techless
  I'm naturally superior to other stage dwellers
  Sneak attack, body bag, dig a hole, Goodfellas
  D.C. Flash with this, others can't target it
  Got the speed force, welcome to the dark abyss [Verse 4: Steph]
  Caught up in a secret society
  And the money just feeds 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, a wardrobe sharper than a dagger
  Polo sweater made the same year that I was born
  And hand on the bible to the in crowd I'm sworn in