[Verse] Bootheel stomps, the porchboards cry, Washboard teeth grind, scraping sky. Jar of pebbles rattling truth, Echoes haunt this bayou booth. Voice deep as a bottomless swamp, Chanting low, where the spirits romp. [Prechorus] Drumline’s my chest, bassline’s my soul, Beating down the dark, making us whole. [Chorus] Rise up, levántate, sang the choir, Swampfire, swampfire, hearts on fire! Allez, dansez, feel the flame! All tongues shoutin’, one holy name! [Verse 2] Mosquito choir hums through the haze, Sweat drips slow, baptizing the craze. Creekbed beats, gators snapping jaws, Fangs sharp as the preacher’s laws. I’m the cipher of this muck and grime, Raw gospel rap, no reason, no rhyme. [Bridge] Feet stomp, hearts thump, wild and free, Dirt speaks louder than philosophy. Ritual hum, let it rise, let it spin, Spirit shakes, shaking bones within. [Chorus] Rise up, levántate, sang the choir, Swampfire, swampfire, hearts on fire! Allez, dansez, feel the flame! All tongues shoutin’, one holy name!
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