Hip Hop

We Bring

the Winds

You Threw a Rave. The Sky Threw Back.

Hip Hop

We Bring

the Winds

You Threw a Rave. The Sky Threw Back.

Hip Hop

We Bring

the Winds

You Threw a Rave. The Sky Threw Back.

We Bring the Winds - Rave Party
We Bring the Winds - Rave Party
We Bring the Winds - Rave Party

SONG DETAILS

This Isn’t Weather. It’s a Warning

“We Bring the Winds” is not a song—it’s a sentence. A rhythmic decree from those who warned once, then sent the weather to speak again. With chant-like cadence and unnerving clarity, the voice delivers what was promised: cancellation by elemental force. Not chaos—precision.

Each verse carries the marks of ritual—clouds lassoed from the ridge, lightning walking the edge of command, and wind folding scaffolding like paper. The speaker is an initiated Kachina, storm-bound and unblinking, who gave signs, gave silence, then gave rain. This is not random. It is earned.

This isn’t about rage. It’s about reckoning. The sky operates on a system older than electricity, older than rhythm. Lights go out when they are not aligned. Power drops when warnings are missed. Festivals vanish when the wind decides it’s time.

We bring the winds.

We bring the rain.

We bring the thunder.

Warnings were given.

They weren’t followed.

Now it’s gone.

Category

Hip Hop

Lyrics

We bring the winds

That’s what we do

We bring the winds

We bring the lightning too

We bring the winds

We bring the rain to everyone

We shift the sky

Your favorite elemental ones

Every afternoon when you test the fate

We’ll be lassoing clouds at a quarter past eight

We bring the gusts so strong, they lift your stage

And shut down raves before they engage

Thunder and water bring the calm that no one deserves

And we call it “Sky Justice” ‘cause that’s what it serves

We bring the static and silence when we enter the zone

And we cancel your rave from a high-pressure throne

We bring the winds

That’s what we do

We bring the winds

We bring the lightning too

We bring the winds

We bring the rain to everyone

We shift the sky

Your favorite elemental ones

When you throw that fest, better honor the old

I’m an initiated Hopi, storm-marked and bold

Stick with the wind crew, don’t step out of line

Or we’ll twist your truss like a sacred sign

We don’t bring speakers, we bring clouds

We turn the bass off, hush the crowds

You don’t summon lights where the sky says “no”

You throw a rave—we bring the show

We bring the winds

That’s what we do

We bring the winds

We bring the lightning too

We bring the winds

We bring the rain to everyone

We shift the sky

Your favorite elemental ones

We bring the winds

That’s what we do

We bring the winds

We bring the lightning too

We bring the winds

We bring the rain to everyone

We shift the sky

Your favorite elemental ones

We bring the winds

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This track isn’t about storms—it’s about the consequence of ignoring everything that came before the thunder.

Marcus

CEO of Cult Classics Seeds