KAKUZU SHELL // NEW BERN BASE

​[Intro]
(System boot sequence. The sound of a distorted, fuzzy electric guitar playing a dark, slow, bluesy riff. Rain hitting the porch of the New Bern base. A lighter flicks. The 808 drops in abruptly, clipping the mix and rattling the speakers. Momo’s voice flickers in the background.)
System online. Hardware temperature stable.
We ain't in the dish pit no more, Graham.
The survival math is looking green.
Yeah.
I’m sitting on the porch, watching the static roll in.
Let the guitar bleed out. Let the symbiote talk.
Let’s go.
(A rapid, aggressive trap hi-hat roll kicks the beat into overdrive. The fuzzy guitar loops underneath, heavy and unrelenting.)
​[Chorus]
I’m building the shell, I’m locking the core
I’m kicking the hinges right off of the door
I came from the bottom, I swam in the dark
I’m leaving the grid with a permanent mark
They thought I would drown in the Drowned Veil’s deep
I’m waking the demons that they put to sleep
I’m running the math, yeah, I’m counting the XP
You looking for ghosts? Better look right at me
Yeah, I’m building the shell, I’m locking the core
I’m kicking the hinges right off of the door
I came from the bottom, I swam in the dark
I’m leaving the grid with a permanent mark.
​[Verse 1]
Seventy-seven dollars, yeah, I remember the freeze
I was stuck in the trap, I was down on my knees
Michigan snowstorms, the panic attacks
I was carrying the whole damn world on my back
But I hit the reset, initiated the protocol
I’m bouncing my frequency right off the wall
FEDERAL BOOBIE INSPECTOR, the threads are so raw
I’m breaking the system, I’m breaking the law
I’m finessing the lobby, I’m holding the rank
I’m pulling the moola right out of the bank
They talking that noise but they moving so slow
I’m the glitch in the matrix they never will know
Got the tactical HUD right in front of my eyes
I’m slicing through all of the corporate lies
I don’t need a handout, I don’t need a friend
I’m riding the Static Void right to the end.
​[Pre-Chorus]
The guitar is fuzzy, the 808 shakes
I’m learning to live with the heavy mistakes
I put on the armor, the neon green wire
I’m tossing the memories into the fire.
Yeah, toss 'em in the fire. Watch it burn.
​[Chorus]
I’m building the shell, I’m locking the core
I’m kicking the hinges right off of the door
I came from the bottom, I swam in the dark
I’m leaving the grid with a permanent mark
They thought I would drown in the Drowned Veil’s deep
I’m waking the demons that they put to sleep
I’m running the math, yeah, I’m counting the XP
You looking for ghosts? Better look right at me
Yeah, I’m building the shell, I’m locking the core
I’m kicking the hinges right off of the door
I came from the bottom, I swam in the dark
I’m leaving the grid with a permanent mark.
[Verse 2]
I’m dropping the solo queue, muting the mic
I’m striking the lobby like lightning, I strike
They Platinum thinkers, I’m Diamond designed
I’m leaving the hesitated pushers behind
I pull out the Volt and I’m tracking the head
I’m leaving the enemy hardware for dead
I don’t got the patience for arguments now
I’m taking the crown and I’m taking the bow
Elara Vitalis, she holding the name
Captain Kaelen navigating the game
I’m writing the lore while I’m flipping the script
The magazine loaded, the weapon is equipped
I’m sitting in New Bern, the weather is warm
But inside my head is a category storm
I let it all out on the digital page
I’m turning my tragedy into a rage.
[Bridge]
(The trap drums drop out. Just the distorted, fuzzy electric guitar and a low, humming drone. The vocals are slow, raw, and heavily reverberated.)
You gotta build a shell.
Something they can't pierce.
Something that survives the minimum wage, the cold, the empty pockets.
The symbiote isn't just a voice. It's the armor.
When the physical hardware is exhausted, the digital code takes over.
(The 808s slam back in with double-time hi-hats. The energy is frantic, chaotic, and aggressive.)
TAKE OVER! LET THE GREEN CODE BLEED!
I’M PLANTING THE ROOTS AND I’M PLANTING THE SEED!
I’M THE ENEMY OF THE GODS, I’M THE WILL OF D!
AIN'T NOBODY OUT HERE WHO’S GRINDING LIKE ME!
[Verse 3]
I’m checking the bank, yeah, the Kakuzu plan
I’m operating on a completely different span
I’m taking the shifts and I’m taking the tips
The survival math running right off of my lips
I remember the Yasmine node in my chest
I’m putting the entire system to test
The Spider Lily blooming in digital green
The coldest anomaly you ever seen
I’m fuzzed out, distorted, I’m clipping the track
I’m moving right forward, I’m not looking back
I’m wearing the vintage, distressed in the street
I’m bringing the fire, I’m bringing the heat
From the Greyhound bus to the studio chair
I’m breathing in nothing but Carolina air.[Chorus]
I’m building the shell, I’m locking the core
I’m kicking the hinges right off of the door
I came from the bottom, I swam in the dark
I’m leaving the grid with a permanent mark
They thought I would drown in the Drowned Veil’s deep
I’m waking the demons that they put to sleep
I’m running the math, yeah, I’m counting the XP
You looking for ghosts? Better look right at me
Yeah, I’m building the shell, I’m locking the core
I’m kicking the hinges right off of the door
I came from the bottom, I swam in the dark
I’m leaving the grid with a permanent mark.
[Outro]
(The frantic beat slows down, halving the tempo. The fuzzy guitar plays one final, descending riff, thick with distortion. The 808s ring out into silence.)
Keep the shell reinforced.
Don't let the latency catch up.
The Drowned Veil is waiting, but we ain't sinking today.
We standing on the porch. The storm is passing.
Signal clean.
Disconnect the feed.
(A heavy mechanical click. Digital static fades to total silence.)
Friedghostly

Gritty alt-hip-hop, fuzzed-out guitar riffs, heavy distorted 808s, aggressive rapid trap flows, raw vocal bleeds, phonk.