[Intro] Vexa whispers: "Smooth as silk this time. Too smooth." Jara murmurs: "The proud fall when they trust the serpent's whisper." [Verse 1] Back alley drop, silent guards, no drones in sight, just a matte black case Crack it quick under pulsing cyan signs, neural thought-reader chip, pure ace Jara scans the rooftops, thumb locked on safety, senses screaming trap Vexa spins the prize on her fingertip, smirking, "Babe, relax—time to unwrap" [Pre-Chorus] One clean grab, one flawless play But the grid never gifts without a price to pay [Chorus 1] Data hit in the shadow drop night Data hit, way too polite One glitch, one bounce, thoughts start to spill Data hit – yeah we're in it now Mind on a loop, endless refill When the chip boots up and refuses to chill Data hit – total brain overkill [Verse 2] Vexa grins: "Exactly what I ordered—let's dive inside" She slots the chip behind her ear, eyes flash electric bright Then the torrent ignites Double espresso, oat milk latte, caramel macchiato, matcha coconut whip Cold brew nitro, vanilla sweet cream, iced mocha swirl, pumpkin spice drip Flat white extra shot, cappuccino foam high, hazelnut ristretto whip Orders cascade nonstop, voice on autopilot, no pause, no skip [Pre-Chorus] One wrong sync, signal overload spike Jara rips the chip free, circuitry fries in a spike [Chorus 2] Data hit in the shadow drop night Data hit, we flip the fight One glitch, one bounce, city feels our wire Data hit – let it scream Thoughts burn bright, fuel our fire When the chip tries to cage us, we set it on fire Data hit – laughing queens, empire [Verse 3] Vexa laughs: "Feels like a vending machine got horny and learned to talk dirty" Jara mutters: "Second fake win—who's scripting this misery?" She pockets the fried shard, eyes hard, "Same stench as that dummy heist" Scanning skyline for the ghost in the machine Vexa shrugs, pulls her close, "Every job we run is self-sabotage supreme" Both crack up, unseen [Bridge] Jara warns: "Someone's toying, same pattern, same lies" Vexa teases: "Then let's dance for their hidden eyes" Both: low shared laugh, fingertips spark as the dead chip dies [Final Chorus] Data hit in the shadow drop night Data hit, pure dynamite One glitch, one bounce, turned their trap to fame Data hit – watch us reign Thoughts unchained, chaos untamed When the shadows reach to claim us, we rename the game Data hit – queens of the mainframe [Outro] Data hit... signal flatlined... Minds clear, legend primed Tall shadow in leather on the roofline—watching, timed.
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