HIDEOUT (Official Audio)

Описание: HIDEOUT is a dark, aggressive rap track about paranoia, survival, and living under constant pressure.
Blue lights, hideouts, street fights, anxiety, and the reality of being hunted for small street-level crimes while real corruption stays untouched.
Hideout (Official Audio) Trap & Rap Song by Mantex.
If you’re into dark trap, underground hip hop, cold rap vibes, and cinematic night music, this one’s for you.
The full Album "YOUNG DREAMS" will be released on 7.2.2026
Realised by Express Musik (420 Record).
Released on: 2.2.2026
Producer: Mantex
Producer: Express Music (420 Records)
Beatproduktion: Express Music (420 Records)
Associated Performer, Vocals: Jamail
Author: Mantex
Composer Lyricist: Mantex, Express Music (420 Records)
Master: Jamail
Studio Personnel, Mixer: Express Music (420 Records), Jamail
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Lyrics of this Song:

Jaw locked.
Pulse racing.
Hideout.


Hideout heartbeat hammering under my ribs,
Curtains taped, paranoia tap-dancing on tips.
Blue lights paint panic on the walls of my skull,
Every second feel stretched, every breath feel dull.

Knuckle skin split, still sticky from beef,
Not for clout, not for likes, just respect and belief.
I was taught: don’t speak, just react and endure,
Where silence get you home and the law ain’t pure.

Burner vibrate—either bread or a storm,
Every message a test, every tone gets deformed.
Kinda funny how they hunt me down the block,
Over crumbs of relief while they poison the stock.


Hideout—head low, nerves tight,
Eyes wide, jaw set, ready to bite.
Run, duck, breathe, repeat that cycle,
Whole life cardio from the sound of a siren.

Hideout—stress etched deep in my face,
Heart beats militant, mind in a brace.
Lock me for nothing, let monsters dine,
Street sins loud, white-collar crimes fine.


I was raised in a rhythm of tension and threat,
Where a stare turn violent and a smile turn debt.
Friends turn federal when the pressure apply,
Same mouths said “family”, same mouths testify.

Adrenaline talk, fists speak fluent and fast,
One spark, whole night turn present to past.
Hear the boots hit pavement, now the joke ain’t funny,
Life split decisions: freedom or concrete and money.

They patrol our skin, our blocks, our lungs,
While corruption wear suits and expensive tongues.
Criminalized for surviving the mess,
While they legalize greed and call it success.


Hideout—breathing like I’m underwater,
Every move measured, every thought get colder.
They say “calm down”, but calm cost blood,
So I live on edge in a legalized flood.


Mind racing, time bending, sirens colliding,
Heli blades chopping up thoughts while I’m hiding.
Lock every angle, scan every sound,
Heart doing parkour, pulse underground.

Smoke in my lungs but my vision stay clear,
Only peace I can steal when the noise disappear.
They call it a crime, I call it a patch,
On a mind that been bleeding since way back.

If survival illegal then what is the law?
If justice selective, what you standing for?
I don’t glorify dirt, I document scars,
Every bar autopsy of how we got far.


This ain’t flex music.
This anxiety talks.
Built from corners,
With my back to the wall.


I don’t trust ceasefires, I trust exit routes,
‘Cause peace don’t visit where they kick in boots.
Every win feel rented, loss feel owned,
Whole life one foot out, one foot in stone.

I want more than a hideout, more than escape,
But the past got hands and it grab at my cape.
So I spit like a threat, every line razor-wired,
If I fall, it’s forward, teeth still fired.

For the ones still ducking when the night turn loud,
Still running from lights, still blending in crowds.
This song ain’t hope, it’s a flare in the dark,
Proof we survived every bite, every mark.


HIDEOUT—no sleep, no slack,
Whole world hunting, I hunt right back.
They want my cage, they want my time,
Over petty little sins in a crooked design.

HIDEOUT—still here, still breathing,
Still see through every lie they feeding.
If I make it out, remember the route:
Built in the pressure.
Raised in the HIDEOUT.


Yeah.
No legend.
Just leftovers that lived.