Out to rock the globe while it’s still here to rock.
Swamp got the sauce till the music stops.
Out to rock the globe while it’s still here to rock.
Planet lookin’ grim show ‘em who the boss.
Let it rain from the jugular vein.
We've been to hell and back, that’s some rugged terrain.
I came to tell you that ain’t no drug you can take.
To replicate the effects when we’re up in the place. Hey.
Lemonade from the lemons it gave.
Undertow when the brainwaves enter the cave.
Enter the stage with a powerful impact.
Big bad wolf to devour your tin shack.
(Swamp dogs) Black cloud with a silver line.
Blazin’ on that agent orange and we killin' time.
Last days to gaze when the sun drops.
Ends with a bang and a dot dot dot.
Out to rock the globe while it’s still here to rock.
Swamp got the sauce till the music stops.
Out to rock the globe while it’s still here to rock.
Planet lookin’ grim show ‘em who the boss.
badlands champions
pull the pin on hand grenade and begin
Off road ranch undiscovered country
On my Humpty hump coming for you numpty
New world order
The borders we now control is hard to move through sorta
Redraw the maps you in the kingdom of murk
Its utopian but posers get the rodeo burns
Dragged behind the horserule from my studio chair
watch me manhandle microphones like Rudy Gobert
Swamp nasty we do the deed you just a patsy
Dont pass me that weak shit hot stuff Tabascy
sky dark and the streets musty
touch my toes though out each country
raw ruble looking extra thick
my fam make it look effortless
brush up with the Colgate
got a gold plate the size of ya whole face
on fire let the coal blaze
Sub zero got a cold gaze
no roosters no chickens howl
I eat his liver up with some zimfandale
Refery throwing in the towl
We on a mission now earths end tripping out
Let it rock and roll
Swamp warriors let the falcon close
Lobster with the vodka smoke
My brain all foggy then it’s audios
Off on another plan
The ganja all green like a Celtics fan
Fuck with a mountain man
Slap you in the face with the talcum hand
Drinking on the wild Turk
find gold in a pile of dirt
Told you this is high alert
I rise in the sky with the iron shirt
Welcome to the world premiere.
Step into the realm it’s the house of mirrors.
Walk in with the Belvederes.
Warriors lined up in full war gear.
Till I’m belly up y’all can’t tell me what.
Buzzin’ off the bubbles in the sippy cup.
Uppercut the whole roof off a punch buggy.
Droppin' gems pick up what you want from me.
Electric chair tellin' 'em just do it.
Feels like I'm sittin' on chrome, Chris Hewett.
Big Belvo jockey with the elbows.
Not to be the next for whom the bell tolls.
Brass monkeys tearin' down your jungle gym.
Sluggin’ fuckin’ vodka by the jug again.
Lemme in livin' so dystopian.
Till the world premier grand reopening.
_Every man lives swamp Never truly die
the dude abides step up and get euthanized
my crew supersized yo tell me who surprised
When we rise up out the murk with some goonie eyes
We big apes wearing that chain mail
41 ton punch hit like a Grey wale
Ride the beat Like a horse clopping
Make you take your medicine straight no Mary Poppins
So come and get lost in the fun house
kung pow chicken put some liquor in your dumb mouth
the plots thickened up heating like a brazen bull
we take control won’t stop till we Payed in full
A lotus only grows in the mud.
The colder the wind blows the colder the blood.
A Ghost orchid deep in the swamp.
We carry on keepin' it calm.
Coming swampy out the merky depths
Face slapped looking perplexed
Lurch running with the gurked neck
My wig on fire that’s on purpose
Ahhh ahhh let the lasagna steam
My dogs run the relay like the Ghana team
Rise up like a muddy beast
Or get wrapped up like some mummy sheet
lamped up how I maintain
Big Great Dane that’s a game change
Ganja in my face and I’m long gone
The butterfly’s is back bong bong
Horse chest looking gorgeous
you been forwarded any curious George gets
Lost in the murky mist Ghost orchid
Bloom and the scripture reads like post mortem
Charles Darwin drums with distortion
Corbin Dallas wardrobe hop aboard starships
Drop into orbit rock opulent portraits
Paint a pretty picture stick figures in the forest
its halloween trick or treat
Bitter sweet symphony you can call me Mister T
Authentic Sav beats clap like a Desert Eag
The recipe a mystery the secret rest in peace
Fuck a world tour this is world war.
Born where the mornin’ dew forms from chloroform.
No decorum for the posers on a bogus journey.
I keep it grimy to remind me what the lotus learned me.
So step right and get mangled.
Y’all been squares so long you rectangled.
Newfangled ways to get strangled.
Handled by ankles Van Winkle dangled.
Banished to the land of wind and ghosts.
You ain’t fly Icarus your wings’ll roast.
Slow, no rest for the wicked.
Out in the marsh mellowed with the orchids.
This is world war swamp.
I am a ball of flames.
I don’t love the game, no ball and chain.
Check your history, not the hall of fame.
When were done thirtyone be a holiday.
Puff pass on a dusty Backwoods.
Boom hit the room like some mustard gas would.
Hooray for doomsday I do say.
Croon smoothly like Goulet or Bubblé.
It’s the turbo team.
Tilted to the hilt talkin’ Kurt Cobain.
Murk don’t bleed we don’t suffer fools.
No rules in the swamp and it fuckin’ rules
In the mud with the trench foot
Big stink lines how the stench look
Out in ecoke eating mezgouf
Swamp gang hit em with a left hook
Big tanks like we no lim
I got the gold chin flow like the cold wind
Y’all smoking roach trim
I’m out in Oakland smoking on some dope mints
Sound freak that’s the war craft
Clappin down on the forecast
Can’t tell where the crew ends
Big sav on the ave be a luten
Its like the worlds on fire
Guards in watchtowers like birds on wire
Let it burn got a lighter its our turn we the diamonds in the
Rough survivors of the ruthless homicidal
one percent landing choppers on helipads
whoever left stay in line Like its Giliad
Swamp warlords jumping out of four door
Retrofitted MPV’s to take our just rewards
Neighbourhood look like Mordor
‘ run to the store?’ hope your parkour is hardcore
___we Carried in on thrones into
thunder domes gladiators rumble below
Storms comin’.
Winds Hummin’.
jump up and get tossed in the Sandstorm
the sandman dropping Knives on the dance floor
Sing a sad song from a dusty lung
Nothing left from the maelstrom better just run
Blow your house down like its made of cardboard
Throw a car through your front doorFor an encore
this our war sav drops the 80
8 better lay low thats no tornado
Wait drop the payload toss winnebagos
Lost in a daze no where over the rainbow
black clouds Raining fire and ash
come and dance with Man in the iron gas mask
Let the Howell of the wind bake
I dance with the apes how the plants taste
Razor to the chest that’s a man scape
I punch off your head that’s a damn grape
Jump on stage and catch a damn fade
The car peel off like a bandaid
Ready for the storm while the band plays
Pop banana clips in a lamp shade
Ya let the thunder hit
My team all around me and you under it
Swamp Les and Burg that’s the main call
I Sit back high watch the rainfall
Spun out when the crew's in the right zone.
Tropical cyclones rockin’ the mic phone.
Mother Earth with a natural advantage.
Disasters even Jimmy Hart couldn’t manage.
Got your back, best watch your storm front.
Flyin’ debris put a tree through a storefront.
Torch blunts off the smoking hills.
While meteors rain down on open fields.
No time to let the dust settle.
Wild wind blows with a gust that’ll rust metal.
Mudslide we bringin’ the house down.
Final Countdown in surround sound.
You won’t play a lot seasons if you can’t see a storm coming
Trust me, I know that smell like corn muffins
Sure cousin, it doesn’t take a wizard
To know the dessert has never seen a blizzard
It’s a Long haul Roald Dahl ditch the Pall Malls
Not trying to get y’all all caught in the wrong Squall
Drop the Golf Balls tomorrow you’ll know
When you see a storm hotter than Ororo Munroe
I’m an Oriole bro on the road where the warriors go
The squad already know how the story’ll flow
You got the wrong ozone if you catch my Undertone
My other home is a Thunderdome
You can think you're ready but you're not. You're getting blasted!
Onslaught of weather coming atcha! I'd say "drastic"
is a polite term. Think it's Fugazi? Yo, that shit
right there's the reason why the climate changed. Not so strange,
when the wind can smash your grange and the temp is outta range!
Lotsa rains, hail, snow and earthquakes. These herbs hate
an Earth Day. Hope the science is wrong in the worst way!
Doomed jerks, wishing they listened to Greta Thunberg
sooner than later. But "later’s” now! End is Nigh
Bill, the Science Guy will explain the impact of your
actions with charts. The radar says you're smart for
hiding out underground. Don't you hear that thunder sound?!
Wild right hook like the Candyman.
Chop ‘em up move ‘em all around like a anagram.
Wild right hook like the Candyman.
Old Shaky found footage from a handicam.
Block to the midsection
The squad suited up with the Big weapon
Let one off and the the kids steppin’
Face muppet down like I’m Jim Henson
I let the ruckus blow
Big beefy beard like a Buffalo
2020 where the fuck it go
borrowed time got a line and it’s cutting close
Dance on razors
Lamp with the fam that is all my flavour
Silly the flow
Eyes bug out my face like I’m Willie Defoe woah
Momma said knock em out
Pine box em no Naloxone coffin shroud
calm em down poppas here bout to milk the cow
Built to prowl dark streets of the filthy town
Commanding random body parts
My team keep it unclean like a water park
Peep the conquest Napoli Bonaparte
Im a start a revolution lost Ark to modern art
Style switch up wild the way we flip a script
Cause and epileptic fit like watching Blair Witch
Pandemonium, when you let the homies in
Face looking strange like you dosed with Polonium
North poltergeist, Choke told you twice.
Roll the dice keep it lit on the overnight.
We’re on the brink of the big bang.
Underground fossils that we polished in think tanks.
Big thanks to the haters and the losers.
Used to wake up with the snakes all on my face like I’m Medusa.
Out in the sewer find me searching for the son of septic.
On another plane body layin' in the wreckage.
That’s me in the corner Blair warlock.
Summersault through a window if the doors locked.
Or not, don’t knock the hustle.
Bound to Catch your death off the top turnbuckle. Frog splash.
This is that Captain Kirk.
First generation classic work.
Afterwards we get to capture worlds.
Captivate while you clutch your pearls.
A million lost souls in the cosmos.
Corpses in orbit avoided like potholes.
So peace to the Janes and John Does.
Who stepped in our lane when the ranch was off road.
We lost soldiers I toss boulders.
Gorn Cap slapping that dirt off your shoulders.
Subtle flex for y'all chicken little heads.
Sky finally fell time to resurrect.
Classics every critic say so.
Game show hosts Space Ghost to Grace Jones.
So check the payload next case closed.
Oh my god he on XGames mode.
You can call me the admiral
my hammer low attitude Supernatural
Bout to go supernova
The polar too hot The carnage not over
my away team beam down
East coast underwater say goodbye to Bean Town
In the cypher with the Fleshy headed mutant
Swamp dogs 3 of the best to ever do it
Pack the space whip Scavenging for basics
9 out of ten freaks choose it In a taste test
savage bars from the rabid rap avatar
your epitaph he got zapped like Tasha Yar
Uh let the rocket blast
Birds eye view of the rocks and ash
Im in a swampy class
My games home grown you just a copy cat
Y’all smoking boof packs
Billboard in the sky with a swoosh check
Big loaded gauge you a dufus
Bullets to the nuts like you Tupac
Ya show that green chest
Little man running round with a mean flex
Starship looking plutone
Cause mars be our new home
Who’s the king of the kingdom animal.
Hook ‘em horns bring that raging bull.
Crown of thorns humans all gone to dust.
Piranha iguana llama and hippopotamus.
Big lion with the thick claw
One step that’s a pitfall
Hyena with the bleeding knees
Large monkey hit em with a ddt
Long goose neck show em respect
Tiger on the set slapping insects
The wilds gone wild y’all should film this
my face early morning Regis Philbin
Uh yah Let the shark eat
Let him paint a painting he an artteest
Jump on your back like a goril
No bats in the jungle this is home field
upper cut form a Buffalo
he Looking swoll up like BOBO from the muppet show
Ravens and magpies try to rock the casbah
sound like bagpipes getting swat by the Jaguar
Ice caps melted
Polar bears charging out the woodworks god help us!
Mean kamodo dragon with protozoic baggage
The combat is so savage they going for the status
Time to prove who’s the King of the hill
They using Hoofs horns antlers and porcupine quills
Don’t want to swim venomous fish
with genetic mutations that should never exist
3,000 pounds of force in a zebra kick.
Anaconda tryna squeeze the neck with the lethal grip.
Eat a dikdik, tiny antelope.
Chimp’ll open up your coconut like a cantaloupe.
Crush like a can of Coke and it goes like.
Clash with the dire wolf flash your whole life.
Before your eyes nails like Bowie knives.
Grizzly chokin’ out a bison while he slowly dies.
No more zoos or rodeos.
Empires fell and the beasts awoke and rose.
And so goes the battle for third rock.
Poppin’ off while the scavenger birds watch.
its aNew standard Animals on the loose killin'
Anything that fuckin' moves Who's the new villain?
Survival of the fittest Evolution of the
Bruce Banners."So who's this new champion?!?"
the New standard? Fuck it Last man standin'
How long's it been Since they vanished like *POOF*
Disappeared into a thick fog Broken down to bone marrow
Thick sauce
Meat dripping off the bone It gets hot
Dick sauce Existence it gets hard.
Wiped off the face of the planet like lip gloss
Fuck it Due penance Suckers can kick rocks
Smoke smoke smoke.
Off on a cloud smoking on stuffing I’m puffin it down
Love for no grabba got Love for my town
Open up packs and we ready to lounge
Stepping on stage and we bucking the crowd
Up all night with the bean cake
Tim dog with a mean steak
I slap face how the cheese taste
Lemon lime with the clean grape
Shout out to Batman and robbin
Smell me down the block like goggins
Running this shit no stopping
It’s Swamp gang till the coffin
Step up get ya meat pressed
Speakers blown that’s the heat test
White ash that’s neat flex
The sun shine off the beast chest
We are for the kids like wu.
Way up with the bird’s eye view.
Sabretooth catch the vapour.
Smoke like Slater, check you later.
Microphone killer in the mist.
Blaze while Timbuk fiddle with the mix.
Pitch perfect swing and then you miss.
Pitchin’ on a blunt then swim in the abyss.
So many clouds I’m in heaven.
Leave me alone like I’m Kevin.
McAllister emcee caliber.
Supersonic song pick your Gallagher.
Never been below the pinnacle.
Floatin’ into the indigo.
And when I go bye bye high five.
Think of me better in hindsight.
Im rocking the boat
coming out of the smoke
Lock and then load I’m apocalypse jones
scope with binoculars out on patrol
One with mist
Running with the mutherfuckers from the abyss
Swamp gang hit em with the thunderous fist
Follow the smoke try Blunt and a blintz
T I M B U K show u at your crib with a funeral bouquet
go boom like a nuke in suitcase
my troops boots all laced for the doomsday
Parade like day of the dead
Sashay through the vapour rising the level to the reds
Running with a price on your head
wake up in the night Poltergeist in your bed
none of the pros and all of the cons
whole fucking life is a trauma response
nothing to do with the drama you on
my brothers a basehead my godfather don
right hand man is a nightstand plant
purple and green like uncut gems
locking it up in the trunk of the whip
amethyst fingers clutching your chest
fist fulla fire for the neer do wells
put it in the air like some hair do gel
coughin fits man i'm off in the mist
who’s talking that shit oh yeah do tell
let's be real like cypress hill
you could buy the sprays and try the pills
shit press it in your cider still
the smoke is where you'll find me, gimme that
Shipwrecks in effect.
Big flex and respect.
Gortex on the scene.
Cover up the body in some neoprene.
Shipwrecks in Effect.
Big flex and respect.
Gortex on the scene.
Cerebral cortex got the gills on steam.
Ocean burnt and it’s neon green
Shark mouth like a guillotine
Weird fish and he dancing mean
Scuba suit underwater in the Philippines
murky and the feelings raw
Crabs pull you down you gotta peel they claw
Squids got some teeth about to feel they jaw
20 thousands leagues or the deal is off
I’m not no porpoise ,
Swim to the bar stomped by horses
Red green coloured orcas
No tanks just 20 foot snorkel
its time for Tim the Leviathan
Swim with the Tiger fin fly when the tide is in
A Deep dive is quit intense
Thats why Popping iodine like its vitamins
Oil drum with the radiation hazard
Crack open the hull release 88 cadavers
The madness of an alligator shark type collaboration
With a mana ray need a bad operation
squid with mad tentacles gonad genitals
whole hemisphere swoll up from the chemicals
Mutated crustaceans leave you butt naked
while I’m wrapped in neoprene this other suckers can’t fake it
Burn after reading swim after eating.
Bon appetite’in’ and we leapin’ off the deep end.
Goose suited and booted they knew the crew could do it.
With cool equipment and flippers for movin’ through the fluid.
Electric eel the way I zap noodles.
Got the feeling if I filmed this I’d be Zapruder.
I’m that duder on multiple timelines.
Big Captain Hook still spittin’ these high lines.
Mean muggin' like a anglerfish.
On some anger shit lookin' cantankerous.
Atlantis is stripped for parts.
Sitting on cinder blocks as the click departs. Peace.
Jump up and get scorched.
Mayhem outside your front door.
Jump up and get scorched.
No heart so they’re coming for yours.
All your intel artificial.
No heart whole steez from discarded tissue.
It ain’t all good I can per tend
Hit every single nerve end with a terp pen.
New machines make you cheesecake.
Same tech to enforce a police state.
Keep pace with the pack then I veer off.
Clear shot to the dome, Smirnoff.
Im in the Alien workshop
Avian drones invading you suburb blocks
perverts murdered by they own sex doll
The technol getting HAM go to Defcon
Uh watch the banana slice
Automatic with the magic knife
intruders gone as advertised
I woke up and it’s clapping 9s
JUMP UP AND GET SCORCHED
Stephen Hawking’s voice
Rip your arm out the socket we Chewbacca boys
weapons lock on you toxic toys
Big rockets man im talking Sigmund Froid
Droids flexing deltoids
Ex machina premium alloys
Fuck around and upload my conciseness
To the mainframe where the coldest monsters is
live
Fuck a steel dawn word to Swayze.
Big double edge sword on the daily.
Clap automaton droids on parade.
Sarah Connor on roids in a rage.
Robotic rickshaw
Electric dog with the clinch jaw
Big balled head with the gift shop
some how spun that into lift off
Long metal man play the guitar
sun hit my back that a big star
80k that’s a bit far
convo getting heated with a kit car
JUMP UP AND GET SCORCHED
Forget what you thought tryna clash irrational.
Swamp gods international.
Unmatchable.
Return of the Firedogs burn the capital.
This is coronation swamp gods from the basement
bringing innovation like Tyrell corporation
Bonafide moguls every October the
Plots to go global emboss the gold logo
Pop flames we option your block chain
Swamp gang monopoly props is Insane
dark days mobs slaughtered in arcades
We Still reign like gods or Arch Ange
Wingspan big bad grab yourself a sick bag
Cause the G force is enormous crack your nest eggs
Arrest your heart rate zap like an x ray
take two a these and Crash the nasdaq the Next day
They say the future doesn’t bode well.
Oh well guess hell’s in for a cold spell.
Freezin’ over while I’m sippin’ on a soda.
Ownin’ every kind of classic car triples of the Nova.
Hold up Swamp is on the loose.
With the knowledge so profuse gotcha honkin’ like a goose.
Deuce deuce, that’s a catch 22.
People sayin’ Mannie Fresh no cash money crew.
At home we're internationally known.
Got the dolls Russian at me like Natasha Lyonne.
Bad to the bone and I’m back in the zone.
Where me and Sav catch a glow off that naturally grown.
Forget what you thought tryna clash irrational
Unmatchable
Return of the firedogs burn the capital
In the sky let me fist fight
Swamp gods walk on thin Ice
Around the world you can hear the call
Money stacked up on the rear wall
Time spent well to push the product out
This dope hand made like a Parada belt
Loe on my back got me nodding out
The hash in the jar hit like Pacquiao
Super tall like I’m big country
You don’t get the flowers being this ugly
Ya business all laughable
We swamp gods international
we all know who’s the chosen in this bitch showin
up to the show super soaker fulla piss
coat fulla chips front row fulla chicks next
thing you know she tryna get her throat fulla c’mon
poutine you know the routine the kid’s are masterful
swinging through ya neck of the woods or international
donkey kong junior anaconda on ya missy drop
lasagna on ya mama tossin donda as a frisbee
we the truth you can put that on a stack of bibles
fatherless flows you could say the styles patricidal
slap ya idols with some rappin’ that could clap a rhino
faster than the flash on crack dashin’ past ya eyeballs
about
Toronto's three-headed rap monster, Swamp Thing (Timbuktu, Chokeules, & Savilion), have a ritual of delivering dark, b-movie inspired, heavy duty thunderclaps every Halloween. Their newest release titled World War Swamp, marks the tenth consecutive year of an October 31st LP release.
World War Swamp is the followup to last year’s offering, Salty Gator, and much like its predecessor, it slaps enormously. The milestone record was produced by Savilion and was recorded at an isolated cabin in northern Ontario, where the murky trio used their collective sense of impending doom, to guide the project’s direction.
World War Swamp is the culmination of a decade’s worth of Swamp Thing. The record features turntablilist DJ iRATE, along with an all star lineup of guest collaborators, including Bazooka Joe, Ghettosocks, More Or Les, Psybo, and Wordburglar.
credits
released October 29, 2021
This project is funded in part by FACTOR, the Government of Canada and Canada’s private radio broadcasters.
01 HERE TO ROCK (P. DeFrancesco, T. Wallace, J. Lepine, W. Pitfield)
02 FULL WAR GEAR (P. DeFrancesco, T. Wallace, J. Lepine, W. Pitfield)
03 GHOST ORCHID (P. DeFrancesco, T. Wallace, J. Lepine, W. Pitfield)
04 WORLD WAR SWAMP (P. DeFrancesco, T. Wallace, J. Lepine, W. Pitfield)
05 STORMS (ft. Wordburglar & More Or Les) (P. DeFrancesco, T. Wallace, J. Lepine, S. Jordan, L. Seaforth, W. Pitfield)
06 OUT THE GATES (ft. Ghettosocks) (P. DeFrancesco, T. Wallace, J. Lepine, D. Pyper, W. Pitfield)
07 WILD RIGHT HOOK (P. DeFrancesco, T. Wallace, J. Lepine, W. Pitfield)
08 CLASSIC WORK (P. DeFrancesco, T. Wallace, J. Lepine, W. Pitfield)
09 KING ANIMAL (ft. Psybo) (P. DeFrancesco, T. Wallace, J. Lepine, T. Organ, W. Pitfield)
10 SMOKESCREEN (ft. Bazooka Joe 204) (P. DeFrancesco, T. Wallace, J. Lepine, J. Compayre, W. Pitfield)
11 NEOPRENE (P. DeFrancesco, T. Wallace, J. Lepine, W. Pitfield)
12 GET SCORCHED (P. DeFrancesco, T. Wallace, J. Lepine, W. Pitfield)
13 SWAMP GODS INTL (ft. Ghettosocks) (P. DeFrancesco, T. Wallace, J. Lepine, D. Pyper, W. Pitfield)
All songs produced and arranged by Savilion. All songs mixed by Timbuktu & Savilion. All songs written and performed by Swamp Thing (Timbuktu, Chokeules & Savilion) (SOCAN), except where others are featured. Recorded at The Cabin in Muskoka and FUN, Toronto. All cuts by DJiRATE. Album design and layout by Ghettosocks. Mastered by DJ Dorc for Banging Masters. (C) 2021 SOCAN
Big ups Backburner Crew, Urbnet, Droppin Science Productions, Hand'Solo Records, and everyone who helped make this album possible. Ghettosocks, Wordburglar, More Or Les, DJiRATE, Bazooka Joe 204, Dorc, Darryl Rodway, our families and friends.
Big love to everyone who enjoys & supports our music, thanks!
Follow us on Twitter: @swampthingraps @timbukturaps, @chokeules, @savilionbeats
Toronto's three-headed rap monster, Swamp Thing (Timbuktu, Chokeules, & Savilion), have a ritual of delivering dark, b-movie inspired, heavy duty thunderclaps every Halloween.
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