Levee of Bones
Boom-bap hip-hop with a staggered, off-kilter rhyme delivery. Gritty drum loop with sharp snare cracks, deep rolling bass, and eerie jazz samples warped in and out of time. Verses flow like cipher bars — broken, reconnected, layered with internal rhymes that stretch across lines. The hook expands into a chant carried by heavy kicks and haunting background vocals, creating a sense of unease and weight. The track feels raw, improvised, and cinematic, with the rhythm deliberately staggering to match the chaotic energy of post-disaster streets.
Levee of Bones
Boom-bap hip-hop with a staggered, off-kilter rhyme delivery. Gritty drum loop with sharp snare cracks, deep rolling bass, and eerie jazz samples warped in and out of time. Verses flow like cipher bars — broken, reconnected, layered with internal rhymes that stretch across lines. The hook expands into a chant carried by heavy kicks and haunting background vocals, creating a sense of unease and weight. The track feels raw, improvised, and cinematic, with the rhythm deliberately staggering to match the chaotic energy of post-disaster streets.
Lyrics
Sirens cut short when the power lines fell,
Flood creeping silent like a secret they sell.
The cameras stayed fixed on the chaos and screams,
But behind all the static were unspoken schemes.
[Verse 1]
Levee split crooked, but the story came clean —
“Nature did the damage,” that’s the line on the screen.
But I heard the blasts echo in the Ninth Ward air,
Concrete don’t crumble like that without care.
Contracts were waiting before the storm hit,
Developers with blueprints, politicians with grit.
Floodwater carried more bodies than they claimed,
Yet the morgues kept filling with the nameless, unnamed.
[Hook]
This city bleeds silence, this city holds stones,
Ghosts keep rising from the levee of bones.
Count every shadow, subtract what they show,
Truth drowns deeper than the river will flow.
[Verse 2]
Mercenaries posted in the ruins with steel,
Black masks glowing like the deal was real.
FEMA camps fenced, not a lifeline given,
More prison than refuge, more theft than driven.
Numbers on the ledger didn’t match the mud,
Bullets in the water got disguised as flood.
They said “natural disaster,” but the math won’t add,
When the dead don’t return and the families go mad.
[Hook]
This city bleeds silence, this city holds stones,
Ghosts keep rising from the levee of bones.
Count every shadow, subtract what they show,
Truth drowns deeper than the river will flow.
[Bridge]
It wasn’t just the rain, it was order by gun,
It was profit in the chaos, it was work undone.
It was history repeating, ritual dressed as fate,
It was state-made thunder at the floodgate.
[Outro]
So write their names where the waterline stains,
Let the syllables scream through the wreckage remains.
Obsidian Rite, carving truth on the stones,
Every verse resurrects from the levee of bones.