Gidle rap

Keywords:

Cube, Soyeon, Soojin, Gidle, Yuqi, Shuhua, Miyeon, Minnie,

Lion, Nxde, Hwaa

 

Chorus

Patches is back in his bag on a track

Funny all the ways a stranger makes your brain react

Patches is back in his bag on a track

Omar how I'm young and on the come up, that's a fact

X2

 

Verse 1

Coming straight out the six,

I stay with the flames how I was raised in the sticks

 

 

 

Till I'm braving the Styx

 

 

 

 

 

Verse 1

Graduated from the SHU

Guess my only step is show the world what I can do

I can see already, some’ll wonder “who are you?”

 

 

 

First though, “who are you?”

Even if I’m not familiar, but I’m someone that you knew

 

 

 

 

 

I’ll give you one guess, but it’s not what you assume

 

 

 

 

Thoughts are multileveled, but I’m not the one to box in

 

 

My name ain’t old, but I’m somebody that you knew

Frontin’ if you say it doesn’t start with IQ

Pass along the essays of an SJ jawn

Lucky i can show ya what i knows so young

 

 

 

 

 

Buddy been budding but he got the room to bloom

 

 

 

 

Question 1, “who are you?”

 

 

 

 

 

First thought, “who are you?”

Someone who could be fire but has got the room to bloome

 

 

 

Know they’ll ask me “who are you?”

 

You musta got it backwards if the IQ isn’t first

 

 

 

I'm somebody fire who knows he has the room to bloom!

'Fore there's flowers on the tomb

I'm just tryna say I was somebody that they knew

I don't know about you

But my actions define, no cogito ergo sum

 

See he’s been steady workin behind the curtain, it’s

For certain if you herd him you’d be servin him superlatives

 

 

 

 

Verse 1 (flow change)

Lotta talk

 

It's not enough to say what I was

I trust what I made and made what I love

 

I’m certain if they heard him they’d be serving him superlatives

Nervousness

 

 

 

 

Chorus

Patches is back in his bag on a track

Funny all the ways a stranger makes your brain react

Patches is back in his bag on a track

Send the instrumental Ima show you how to act, like

X2

 

 

 

Lotta time left before there's flowers on the tomb

 

 

 

'Fore there's flowers on the tomb

 

 

 

 

Mental militant, I move like a GI

Never a dull moment

 

 

Right now let’s make a pact

Even

 

 

Back in my bag on a track

Omar how I’m young and on the come up, that’s a fact

 

 

 

Look at the audience I attrac

 

 

 

 

 

Not rich but I got gems that I can pull out the stash

Ask to see the seasoning and watch me add a dash

 

Verse 1

Patches is back in his bag on a track

 

 

 

 

 

Ain’t no lyin’ I’m a Hunter, like a lion in the jungle

 

 

 

 

I’m a lion in the jungle, if you wanna test my hunger

 

 

ain’t yin’ bout my hunger

If you wanna

 

 

 

Take the top off the game so you know I ain’t new to this

 

 

Funny how I’m fire but I got some room to bloom

 

 

 

 

Ain’t stopping til this jawn is known as great at what’s I do

So call me a great from the cradle to the tomb

 

 

 

Like the beat I drop gems from the start to the end

 

 

Never gonna see me sitting sad inside a cubicle

Open my medulla and the color’s too beautiful

Even if the hue convoluted like a Rubix

The aerobics I can do are like a proven pharmaceutical

Never been the sort to sit and cycle through the usual

Never been the type to let my mind lie idle

More the type to turn my line of thought to the immutable

Even if I have to make the world my rival

Lucky I can show what I know so young

Holding my soul from solely the ho-hum

Finding fortune in the garden I’ve grown from

So my soul never folds to the doldrums

Never gonna forget that I came from the six

I stay with the flames how I was raised in the sticks

Praying I stay separated from the lames

That only remain in the game for the clicks

Karma’s the name, here’s to praying it sticks

 

Y'all can tell I was in my bag when I wrote this