[Intro – smoky lounge over distant engines] 🎷 Well, I woke up broke on a bunk that stinks, With a shiner, no shoes, and suspicious drinks. Tried to leave, but my ship was gone— Now I’m stuck on Grimm Hex, playin’ Respawn Pong. Drake hull rattles as we burn through night, Cold trail fading but we’ve got your light. Your crime stat’s glowing like a beacon flare, And we’re the ones who still patrol out there. ⸻ [Verse – swing vs. hunt] 🎺 My Cutlass Black got jacked outside Bay 3, Just a puff of smoke and a “heeheehee.” Left me with a Crimestat hangin’ at three, And a bounty on my head worth half a PTV. You dipped through Grim Hex thinking you were clean, But we know every shadow in that green-lit scene. Your Cutty’s patched with mismatched plates, Your engines cough when you push the gates. I said “Yo, boss man, gimme a ride,” He said “You smell like jail and you’re barely alive.” I begged, I bribed, I even tried mime— They just filmed me dancin’ and posted it online. No chatter on comms, just the hum of the drive, We hunt in silence, razor‑sharp and alive. We’re coming for you, we’re coming for you, You and your crew… (while I’m stuck on Hex with one busted shoe) ⸻ [Middle – walkin’ piano, tightening net] 🎹 Comm arrays are toast, fried and dead, Like the hot dog I found in someone’s bed. Can’t call the crew, can’t call a cab— Only got a pistol and a rash from a grab. You can swap your tags, you can change your name, But the ‘verse remembers every flame. We’re the ping in your scope, the ghost on your tail, The whisper that grows when your courage fails. Tried to clone-die just to roll the dice, But ol’ Respawn said, “You already died twice.” So I sit, I stew, I hum this tune, As a Nine Tails guy asks if I want a balloon. No safe port left, no friendly zone, Just the truth you face when you’re flying alone. ⸻ [Bridge – scat vs. chorus call] (Scoo-bop-a-dee-dat, crimey-bop stat, doo-wop on my rap sheet, mm-mm flat) Yeah I’m dodgin’ guards, kissin’ walls, Hidin’ in vents and bathroom stalls. Saw my ex in Hangar 2 — She flipped me off and threw a shoe. We’re coming for you, we’re coming for you, You and your crew. We’re coming for you, we’re coming for you, You and your crew. (Scoo-bop-a-dee-dat, hear that Drake hull hum, bounty boys tappin’ on a Hex-back drum) ⸻ [Final verse – brass vs. burn] 🎷 I got no ride, got no pride, And a guy named Dax says he wants my hide. Waiting on the crew to save my skin, But they’re out playin’ poker in Lorville again. So spool your quantum, pray it holds, We’re the cold resolve the ‘verse upholds. From Pyro’s ash to Stanton’s blue, You know the call — we’re coming for you. So I light a cig, kick back on the stairs, Get stabbed twice, but who even cares? Grimm Hex ain’t hell, but it’s close, my friend — You don’t live here. You just pretend. ⸻ [Outro – sultry fade, chant under smoke] If you see a guy with no boots, coughin’ smoke, With a Crimestat 3 and a grin half broke… Toss him a medpen, say “hey” with a smile, ’Cause he’s been stuck in Hex… for a long-ass while. We’re coming for you, we’re coming for you, (Grimm Hex blues in a green-lit view) You and your crew… bop-bop doo-wah… waiting on that respawn file… bop-bop doo-wah… while the Drake dogs prowl…
