[Intro] Voice from shadows: "Good morning, pretties." [Verse 1] Wake up tied to chairs in cold dim room Head pounding, wrists bound, shadows loom Figure steps forward from the dark into light Tall black woman, massive afro, boots sky-high Leather gleaming, attitude sharp as knife Voice like velvet over steel: "Time to end your life" [Pre-Chorus] You undercut the market, botch every score Draw too much heat, can't take it anymore [Chorus 1] Data hit in the blackout night Data hit, out of sight One blast, one flame, hideout gone in fire Data hit – forced retire Saints no more, legend burned away When the queen steps in, you obey or pay Data hit – career expires [Verse 2] Screen lights up, old house on dusty plain She smiles sweet, presses button without pain Explosion blooms, flames devour their base Vexa starts: "Our toys..." Jara cuts in quick: "Weapons" Both share a look in the tense space [Pre-Chorus] Your chaos ends here, no more games I'm Nyx, and Nyx don't play [Chorus 2] Data hit in the wasteland dawn Data hit, clothes all gone One trick, one wake-up, naked in the sand Data hit – understand Seventies swagger may be over the top But that afro's fire, can't knock the queen's drop Data hit – laughing in the dust [Bridge] Seventies vibe is ridiculous, sure But damn, that hair is pure Shared low laugh echoes in the empty air [Outro] Data hit... hideout gone... Naked in the desert, rising with the sun Queens in exile... but never done
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