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Chilla Ski - I Don't Rap

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Still workin’. Ain’t nothin’ fancy... Just what it is. I don’t rap, I craft, this is pain in a pattern, (uh-huh) Every bar’s got purpose, every move’s a caption. Block knows my path, never needed to flatten, What they call chaos, man, I call it passion. Came from the dark, made a map outta shadows, Cutting clean, this is art, not battles. (mmm) Ain’t about the gallery, it’s about who it carries, Turned what broke me into roots and branches. Life in a bar, I don’t need no booth, Just hand me the mic, I’ll hand you the truth. Breakin’ down walls, still holdin’ up roofs, (still here) They orbit my calm, like I’m stuck in a loop. Used to be hands-on, hood up, gloves fitted, Now it's hands-free, plans high, team with it. Playin’ chess while they hop like checkers, Stay cool when the room gets pressure. (real cool) Don’t talk pain, I print it in lines, They chase noise, I sharpen the signs. Wrote bars in the dark, now it lightin’ the way, Sick of tight livin’, I made space to stay. (you feel that?) I don’t rap, I craft, this is pain in a pattern, (uh-huh) Every bar’s got purpose, every move’s a caption. Block knows my path, never needed to flatten, What they call chaos, man, I call it passion. Came from the dark, made a map outta shadows, Cutting clean, this is art, not battles. (mmm) Ain’t about the gallery, it’s about who it carries, Turned what broke me into roots and branches. They don't see it They don't see it They don't see it They don't see it They don’t see what it takes to make it land, Had to level up, play the quiet hand. Whole world loud but the real ones silent, (facts) So I cook with the soul, no need for the sirens. From basements, yeah I mapped the zone, Knocked doors with the fam, never moved alone. You won’t catch me twitch, just balance and aim, This pen don’t write, it remembers the flame. Old words, heavy dust on a bar, Still hits clear like a prayer in the dark. (still sharp) Laid my own path, moving with a broader plan, What I drop ain’t thirst, it’s a war exam. I don’t rap, I craft, this is pain in a pattern, (uh-huh) Every bar’s got purpose, every move’s a caption. Block knows my path, never needed to flatten, What they call chaos, man, I call it passion. Came from the dark, made a map outta shadows, Cutting clean, this is art, not battles. (mmm) Ain’t about the gallery, it’s about who it carries, Turned what broke me into roots and branches. I don’t rap, I craft, I don’t rap, (I said). I don’t rap, I craft, this is pain in a pattern...