Oxygen in the Vault - Hip Hop Love Song | Lyrics Video

Описание: I’m the ghost in the machine, moving silent through the static,
Turning basic intuition into something systematic.
The walls are ten feet thick, lined with lead and cold ambition,
But I’m tunnel-vision focused on a self-made mission.
I remember nights the ceiling felt like it was closing in,
Fighting shadows in the dark just to find where I begin.
Now the ink is like an acid, burning through the heavy gates,
I don’t wait for luck to find me, I don’t believe in idle fates.
I’m the oxygen in the vault, the only breath in the room,
While they’re building up their empires, I’m escaping from the tomb.
The currency is different when you’re trading in the truth,
Spending every single second trying to reclaim my youth.
From the basement to the rafters, I’m the echo in the hall,
Writing scriptures on the bricks until I see the fortress fall.
[Chorus - 1:05-1:25]
They got the gold, but I got the air,
They’re trapped inside the glitter while I’m standing right there.
It’s the oxygen in the vault, the fire in the lungs,
Speaking languages of freedom with a thousand different tongues.
Yeah, you can't lock it down. No, you can't lock it down.
[Verse 2 - 1:25-2:10]
Step into the second chapter, watch the pressure start to rise,
I can see the desperation hidden in their weary eyes.
They got cameras in the corners, they got sensors on the floor,
But they forgot to check the spirit when I walked through the door.
I’m a master of the frequency, a student of the wave,
I’m the ripple in the water that the architects can’t save.
Every rhyme is a vibration, every beat is a release,
I’m not looking for the fame, I’m just looking for the peace.
But the world is a collector, trying to pin you to a board,
Like a butterfly in glass, ignored and then adored.
I’d rather be the wind blowing through the open street,
Than a prisoner of the crown with the world at his feet.
So I’m breaking every lock, I’m decoding every code,
Heavy heavy is the heart, but I’m lightening the load.
[Chorus - 2:10-2:30]
They got the gold, but I got the air,
They’re trapped inside the glitter while I’m standing right there.
It’s the oxygen in the vault, the fire in the lungs,
Speaking languages of freedom with a thousand different tongues.
Yeah, you can't lock it down. No, you can't lock it down.
[Verse 3 - 2:30-2:55]
Final lap, the vault is open, let the sunlight pour inside,
Nowhere left for all the lies and the vanity to hide.
I’m the architect of exits, I’m the pilot of the soul,
Taking back the fragments just to make the picture whole.
If you’re gasping for a moment, if you’re suffocating slow,
Just remember there’s a rhythm in the world you ought to know.
It’s the heartbeat of the hustle, it’s the power of the breath,
It’s the only thing that matters in a life of life and death.