Verse 1 Undock slow heads, plated bricks dreaming They say “BS can’t move,” yeah, keep believing Gold-trim hull, deadspace gleaming Hypers locked in, watch the stars start screaming Intel says we’re late, timer ticking red I punch warp and laugh, already two jumps ahead They see the mass, think I’m easy prey Battleship name pops, then I’m gone anyway Pre-Chorus You fit for tank, I fit for time You count EHP, I count the line On the map where the smart ones win Not harder hits—earlier in Chorus No warp given, I’m out the gate Battleships flying like frigates late They anchor doctrine, I break the mold Out-warp, out-fly, out-live—get told No warp given, sov on lock By the time you land, I’ve flipped the clock You chase my sig, but I choose the fight Grid’s already mine when you load the sight Verse 2 They ping for fleet, form like clockwork Predictable comps, yeah the same old artwork I bring the bling where it shouldn’t be Hyperspatial rigs and audacity Gate flash—wait, was that a battleship? You thought I’d slowboat? Nah, I’m already chipped Into position, counter-drop clean You land confused like, “How’d he beat me?” Pre-Chorus You warp to zero, I warp to win Range and timing are the deadliest sin You theorycrafted locking speed I theorycrafted arriving first, indeed Chorus No warp given, couldn’t catch my tail By the time you align, I’m spilling your mail Battleship flex in a hostile lane Fast enough to choose the pain No warp given, sov stays blue Because weird fits beat “approved” You brought the numbers, I brought the read And speed killed you more than DPS Bridge Who said heavy couldn’t dance? Who said slowboats get no chance? When the grid loads late for you That’s a tactical choice I already knew Warp speed’s not just travel time It’s initiative, pressure, crime Against the meta, against the grain Against your plan—and now your claim Breakdown You land where I was I am where you need Timer flipped, objective cleared Before your FC finished “align fleet” Final Chorus No warp given, killboard sings Battleships with angel wings Hyperspace flex, unexpected play Winning fights you never got to say No warp given, remember the loss Not to guns—but velocity boss You tanked for hours, I tanked the map And that’s how audacious pilots clap
