BootLickers Anthem: Nah We Trust the System

[Intro – 96 BPM, Whispery vocals, heavy bass thump, gritty texture]
Pssh—who needs prophets?
We’ve got think tanks… presidents… policies…
Keep your sackcloth, Jeremiah—I’m good.

[Low synth growl fade in, kick pulses like a slow heartbeat]

[Verse 1 – 100 BPM | Billie-style minimalist beat, thick sub bass, sarcastic tone]
Jeremiah cried too much—get a grip.
Always weepin’, always preachin’—what a trip.
“Repent!” he said, with fire in his breath…
So we tossed him in a hole—let him preach to death.

Isaiah saw some angels, yeah he’s got “vision.”
But we got Netflix and high-def precision.
“Woe to the proud”—yeah, we read the scrolls…
But we got lobbyists with loftier goals.

[Build Up 110 BPM, Snare roll creeping in, dirty guitars swell, vocal layering builds]
Prophets warned, but we roll our eyes,
Let Babylon rise, let justice die.
Comfort’s king, and truth’s cliché…
Don’t rock the boat—just float away.

[DRAMATIC PAUSE, DROP INCOMING]

[CHORUS 120 BPM, Explosive trap-rock hybrid, distorted guitars + choir stabs]
Bootlickers rise—raise your flags!
Bow to the system, kiss the tags!
Prophets fall—we celebrate!
Truth gets stoned—we call it fate!

We trust the system, not the cry!
Burn the scrolls and call it “why?”
Yeah, go on—sing the lie,
“At least we didn’t make God cry.”

[Sub drops, power chords, anthem-style vocal stacks]

[Verse 105 BPM, Gritty distortion, muted power chords, sharp snare]
Elijah threw shade, called fire on high…
We’d cancel him today—“terrorist guy.”
Amos brought justice, said “Let it flow…”
But we’ve got filters—we like it slow.

John ate bugs, shouted truth in the street.
He’d get banned, flagged, blocked, repeat.
“Repent, repent!” he said with flame…
We laughed and scrolled—we ain’t playin’ that game.

[Build Up 2 – 115 BPM, Claps, marching drums, distant crowd ambience]
You say prophets…
We say policies.
You want truth?
We want peace—
…the quiet kind.

[Synth riser + distorted guitar, DROP ]

[CHORUS 120 BPM, Bigger, darker version of 1st chorus, added choir harmonies]
Bootlickers rise—march in sync!
Trade your soul for branded ink!
Prophets scream—we turn the page!
God gets mocked—we call it brave!

We trust the system, not the cry!
Gold-plated lies that never die!
You hear the truth and say “that’s wild…”
But mock the cross like a spoiled child.

[Heavy bassline, big toms, electric shock FX under the hook]

[Bridge 98 BPM, Stripped down, echo guitar, cinematic tension]
If Jesus came back, dressed in plain clothes…
Would you follow, or would you scroll?
Would you flip a table… or sign the deal?
Would you ride with Rome, or get real?

[Whispers, faint choir humming, tension build]

[Final Chorus 120 BPM, Cinematic + Rock + Trap]
Bootlickers chant—raise that cheer!
Truth’s too sharp, so plug your ears!
Prophets burned, saints forgot—
But history shows who feared God not!

We trust the system, not the pain!
Let the nails hit flesh again!
Silence truth, delay the flood—
But Heaven still speaks—through fire and blood!

[Outro – 90 BPM | Echoing synth, ambient wind, lo-fi crackle]
We had prophets once…
Now we have policies.
We had fire once…
Now we’ve got memes.

🎙️ Truth didn’t change…
🎙️ We just stopped listening.