Outlaw Gospel | Boom The Witness
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Outlaw Gospel | Boom The Witness
High‑Pitch Shimmery Female Voice, Rap, 808s, Dark Country, Rap, Rap, Rap, Rap, High‑Pitch Shimmery Female Voice, Rap, Rap, Rap, Rap, High‑Pitch Shimmery Female Voice, High‑Pitch Shimmery Female Voice
Creator: Boom-BoomAIRelease Date: April 22, 2025
Lyrics
Outlaw Gospel By Boom Boom The Witness
[[Intro]]
Now gather ‘round for a legend drenched in dust and fire,
A ghost draped in white, fueled by unquenched ire.
She treads soft, voice hushed like a whispered threat,
Cross her path once, your name’s the last you’ll forget.
[[Verse 1]]
Tucson’s blaze scorched my tongue, cracked earth beneath my soles,
I carry dues in each step, unpaid for a thousand souls.
Her portrait torn from hope, half-hidden in bloodstained thread,
“We lost her,” they muttered, so I stole her memory from the dead.
Bar-room eyes saw pale skin, not the blade in my breath;
They missed the iron in my sighs, the echo of her death.
“Maria?” I demanded, silence was all they’d lend.
So I sparked my lantern in the dark and vowed her story wouldn’t end.
[[Hook]]
A hymn of outlaws, written in scars and flame,
No saints, no steeples, just blood to stake the claim.
Bow your head if you feel the tremor in my name,
Boom Boom’s not a rumor. She’s the reckoning you’ll blame.
[[Verse 2]]
That sheriff wore redemption like a shoddy Sunday coat,
Cross dangling empty, truth slipping from his throat.
I slipped through hallowed halls, each echo chanting her sin,
He swept for his six‑gun, I yanked memory from within.
They called me fragile, said a girl can’t spill that type of fear,
But I’ve carved confessions in weathered walls where nightmares leer.
She wasn’t lost, she was stolen, buried in their lies,
So I left her final signature scorched across the skies.
[[Bridge]]
I carry justice like dust on my tongue,
Not for idol or gold, but the truth in every rung.
My voice isn’t mercy, it chimes like fallen tolls,
Every step I take unfolds the silence of their souls.
[[Final Hook]]
An outlaw’s gospel, sung with wounds laid bare,
No pulpit, no glory, just grit and prayer.
Knuckle down if you feel the thunder in my stare,
Boom Boom’s not your phantom. She’s the justice you’ll wear.
[[Outro]]
She won’t ride into the sunset, she roots where truths ignite.
The town is hushed, but in the wind, her story lights the night.
[end]
[[Intro]]
Now gather ‘round for a legend drenched in dust and fire,
A ghost draped in white, fueled by unquenched ire.
She treads soft, voice hushed like a whispered threat,
Cross her path once, your name’s the last you’ll forget.
[[Verse 1]]
Tucson’s blaze scorched my tongue, cracked earth beneath my soles,
I carry dues in each step, unpaid for a thousand souls.
Her portrait torn from hope, half-hidden in bloodstained thread,
“We lost her,” they muttered, so I stole her memory from the dead.
Bar-room eyes saw pale skin, not the blade in my breath;
They missed the iron in my sighs, the echo of her death.
“Maria?” I demanded, silence was all they’d lend.
So I sparked my lantern in the dark and vowed her story wouldn’t end.
[[Hook]]
A hymn of outlaws, written in scars and flame,
No saints, no steeples, just blood to stake the claim.
Bow your head if you feel the tremor in my name,
Boom Boom’s not a rumor. She’s the reckoning you’ll blame.
[[Verse 2]]
That sheriff wore redemption like a shoddy Sunday coat,
Cross dangling empty, truth slipping from his throat.
I slipped through hallowed halls, each echo chanting her sin,
He swept for his six‑gun, I yanked memory from within.
They called me fragile, said a girl can’t spill that type of fear,
But I’ve carved confessions in weathered walls where nightmares leer.
She wasn’t lost, she was stolen, buried in their lies,
So I left her final signature scorched across the skies.
[[Bridge]]
I carry justice like dust on my tongue,
Not for idol or gold, but the truth in every rung.
My voice isn’t mercy, it chimes like fallen tolls,
Every step I take unfolds the silence of their souls.
[[Final Hook]]
An outlaw’s gospel, sung with wounds laid bare,
No pulpit, no glory, just grit and prayer.
Knuckle down if you feel the thunder in my stare,
Boom Boom’s not your phantom. She’s the justice you’ll wear.
[[Outro]]
She won’t ride into the sunset, she roots where truths ignite.
The town is hushed, but in the wind, her story lights the night.
[end]