FROM THE STREETS TO THE SWAMPS 🪗

[INTRO - Harmonica + Banjo Riff + 808 Kick] Yeah... uh huh... Can you hear it? (Can you hear it?) From the city to the bayou... [VERSE 1 - Hip Hop Rap Flow, Southern Drawl] From the streets to the swamps, concrete to the mud, Same heartbeat thumpin', same southern blood, Sidewalk cracks where the dandelions grow, Same vines in the swamp where the dark water flow. Banjo on my back, 808 in my chest, Appalachian stomp with that trap in my steps, Mama said boy you better pray for the sound, Hear it tearin' through the town when the sun go down. [PRE-CHORUS - Funk Brother Soul Voice] City lights flicker, swamp lights glow... Same funk, different road... [CHORUS - Full Choir + Banjo + Fiddle] From the STREETS to the SWAMPS, can you hear it? (Can you hear it?) Banjos tearin' through the town with that hip hop sound! From the concrete to the mud, can you feel it? (Can you feel it?) That sweet Southern Funk, let the fiddle get down! Harmonica cryin' in the alleyway, Fiddle screamin' in the cypress shade, Same song, two places, one soul - Streets to the swamps, let the banjo roll! [VERSE 2 - Faster Rap Flow + Harmonica Licks] Uh, corner store preachin', preacher on the porch, Neon buzzin' downtown, lanterns on the swamp, Kids on the block with a beatbox boom, Bullfrogs on the bank with a banjo tune. Appalachian stomp, let your boots hit the ground, Kick drum knockin' like a shotgun sound, Fiddle in the cut, harmonica whine, Streets raised me, swamps saved my mind. Concrete taught me hustle, mud taught me truth, One got the struggle, one got the roots, Mix 'em together in a mason jar, Light it up - that's who we are! [CHORUS - Bigger, with Rap Ad-libs] From the STREETS to the SWAMPS, can you hear it? (Can you hear it? - YEAH!) Banjos tearin' through the town with that hip hop sound! (Through the town!) From the concrete to the mud, can you feel it? (Feel it in your bones!) That sweet Southern Funk, let the fiddle get down! (Can you hear it? Can you hear it? With that hip hop sound!) [BRIDGE - Half-time, Swampy + Spoken Word Rap] Listen... Streets got sirens, swamps got cicadas, Streets got shadows, swamps got gators, Both got soul that the world can't tame, Same God, different frame. So let that banjo talk, let that 808 knock, Let that fiddle walk, let the city block rock, From Hillsboro to the bayou, we don't need no map, Just follow that funk - clap - stomp - rap! [BREAKDOWN - Banjo Solo + Fiddle + Harmonica Battle + 808] (Yeah, yeah, yeah... let it breathe... let it breathe...) [banjo rips] [fiddle answers] [harmonica cries] [808 drops] [FINAL CHORUS - Everyone, Choir, Chant] From the STREETS to the SWAMPS! (From the streets to the swamps!) Concrete and the MUD! (Concrete and the mud!) Can you hear that sweet Southern Funk? (Hear that sweet Southern Funk?) Banjos tearin' through the town! (Tearin' through the town!) Can you hear it? Can you hear it? With that HIP HOP SOUND! Can you hear it? Can you hear it? Southern Funk gettin' down! [OUTRO - Harmonica fade + Banjo lick + whisper] Streets... to the swamps... Concrete... to the mud... Yeah... Digi.T...