[Intro] "Listen to this grid-news bullshit— 'Breaking: Known female duo hit three vaults in one night— Zero-G strip raids, holo-cat distractions, full exposure data grabs…' And every cam shows our faces. Perfect copies. Pulling jobs we’d blush at— and keeping all the credits. Not cool. Time to shut down the fanfic versions of us." [Verse 1] Blonde twintails flashing on every holo-screen, Black ponytail spinning in zero-G scene, Fakes robbing blind with moves too wild to believe, Leaving guards stunned in total overload. Jara watches calm, sipping cold synth-brew, Someone grew our doubles in a secret stew, Cashing big on chaos while we scrape the floor— Enough is enough, we’re settling the score. [Pre-Chorus] Signal traced through darknet lies, Fake us living lavish under smog-choked skies, Every heist they pull wears our stolen style— Too bold, too shameless, going the extra mile. [Chorus] Data hit in the clone night Data hit, stealing our light One glitch and the copies shine bright Data hit – that’s our right Fake skins, dirty tricks Data hit – making us tick When the doubles score and we get none Data hit – this ain’t fun [Verse 2] Deep in pleasure dome, hidden cloning lab, Rows of glowing pods, perfect body grab, Designer duplicates floating in the gel, Programmed for mayhem— and stories to sell. Vexa smirks low: “Cloning us for credits? That’s like bootlegging your own legend— super twisted, super wrong.” [Verse 3] We spike the system, overload the tanks, Pink slime erupting, pods bursting ranks, Alarms blaring loud— sharp electric screams, Fakes stumbling out in melting dreams. City feeds exploding, our faces everywhere, Branded forever in scandalous glare, Reputation torched in one glorious blaze— Friendly fire never felt this crazed. [Pre-Chorus] Jara murmurs soft through smoke and steam: “Many are the forms of the self— but only one earns the dream.” [Chorus] Data hit in the clone night Data hit, what a sight One glitch and the fakes melt tonight Data hit – feels alright Burned pods, ruined name Data hit – still the same When the copies crash and the credits stay lost Data hit – worth the cost [Bridge] Clones dissolved, lab up in flames, Our myth just grew— with extra stains, Two shadows laughing through the pointing crowd, Maybe wrecked forever… or maybe twice as loud. [Outro] Doubles deleted… Our rep in pieces… Eh, who really cares? The sprawl forgets by morning. Probably. …right?
