[Intro – Spoken Word] They talk algorithms and followers... But we talk breath. We talk sweat on the drum, tears in the soil, Roots so deep even storms call us Sir. This ain’t branding—it’s birthright. [Verse 1] Built this from breath, not bravado Huddled with six, now we flowin' like Eldorado Keyboard sermons, Tai Chi gospel Every frustration was a psalm in the hostel Didn't rush the process—nah, I married it Treated the struggle like a queen and I carried it Emails daily, truth steady tricklin’ Spirit got its own clock—ain’t no need for tickin’ They don’t see the slow grind, the soul math They just see growth and forget the bloodbath But I’m still here, still whole, still wise Sending sacred signals from my gut to the skies [Hook – Sung w/ call & response energy] 🎶 Breathe in power, exhale grace (Say it!) Built from breath, not just the chase We don’t follow—we remember (Yeah!) We the drumline, the fire, the ember Ohhh, satisfaction come slow but sweet Every step divine, no need to compete 🎶 [Verse 2] Limitless AI takin’ notes while I live Click-to-talk setup—truth ready to give But I’m still analog in a digital war Still got my grandma’s prayers on the floor Gave ‘em Sifu Level Support, no crumbs VIP in the dojo, where the real ones come Talkin’ world-buildin’ like sci-fi with rhythm But this ain’t fiction—it’s ancestral wisdom My name Oyi, no label can hold me No elevator pitch, just breath that molds me Got microdose plans and a Tai Chi hop Healing the hustle, where the grind gon’ stop [Bridge – Gritty Spoken Word over beat drop] You lookin’ for speed, I’m lookin’ for soul You want conversion rates—I want you whole A few hundred riders more potent than millions ‘Cause we don’t buy attention, we build civilians This ain’t just a brand, it’s a body A living temple movin’ through everybody From the huddles to the hands-on meet We don’t market, we minister in the street [Hook – Repeated w/ choir-style layering] 🎶 Breathe in power, exhale grace (Uh huh!) Built from breath, not just the chase We don’t follow—we remember (Ayy!) We the drumline, the fire, the ember Ohhh, satisfaction come slow but sweet Every step divine, no need to compete 🎶 [Outro – Poetic Fade Out] This is the dojo... Where kings don’t shout—they vibrate. Where the real ones walk in circles Not to wander... but to remember. Sifu Oyi Sun. Transmission lived. Not sent.
