[Intro] Hey Jarie-Belle… what do you say to some honest work for once? Taxi driving. Real credits. No hacks. Pinky swear. …Yeah right. [Verse 1] Vexa slides in shotgun, twintails bouncing pink Jara grips the yoke, already sensing the stink Rich suits in the back, wallets fat and glowing Vexa’s fingers dance, little zeros flowing One cred tip left behind, just for the laugh Corpo screams when the balance halves [Pre-Chorus] Another pickup, same syndicate shine Vexa giggles, “We’re printing credits this time” Jara mutters low, eyes on the rear-view glass “This ends in cuffs or plasma, pick a class” [Chorus 1] Data Hit in the neon cab light Data Hit, what a brilliant sight One glitch and the syndicate knows Data Hit – empty accounts, here we go When you steal from the kings of the street… Data Hit – better run with your feet [Verse 2] Black limos block the avenue wide Golden cyber-eye steps out, voice like dried hide “Nice hustle, girls. That’s our take you spent.” Vexa winks, “We improved your client percent” Jara’s already popping tires with calm precision Engines scream, chase ignites collision [Bridge] Hover-frame drops, warning lights bleed red Vexa curses the gauge she disabled instead Silent sink to the asphalt, engine coughs its last Doors fly open, boots hit glass Into the alley, shadows swallow fast Breathless against wet brick, hearts beating past [Chorus 2] Data Hit through the lower sprawl lanes Data Hit, dodging the chasing flames One dead battery, sparks in the rain Data Hit – laughing through the pain When the juice runs dry and the hunters close in… Data Hit – still wearing that grin [Outro] Okay… maybe honest work isn’t our vibe. Next time you drive, Vex. Deal.
