[Intro] Best. Birthday. Ever. Real broth. Real broken bones. [Verse 1] Midday sprawl, the one spot still cooking honest stock, Jara pulls Vexa in for something that doesn’t come from a box. Waiter jerks for his pad like he’s reaching for heat, Jara reads the twitch — one clean break, his arm snaps complete. Second guy panics, trays detonate across the tiles in steaming wreckage, Jara tags him too — both servers now horizontal baggage. [Pre-Chorus 1] Mama Ren storms out, metal arm slicing the air, “You folded my crew? Then you two clowns take their chair!” No cops, no payout, that’s the Sprawl rule of thumb — “Aprons on, trouble — you’re the new front of house scum.” [Chorus 1] Data Hit in the broth shop daylight, Data Hit, happy birthday, what a glorious mess! One twitch too fast and the waitstaff went flat, Data Hit — now we’re the clowns slinging noodles instead! [Verse 2] Vexa slings steaming bowls with a grin that shorts out good sense, Draining corp wallets between orders like it’s common sense. Jara threads tables like a blade through silk, Every tray lands perfect, zero wobble, pure precision milk. Lunch bleeds into dinner under flickering tubes, Two fugitives turning service into beautiful chaos. [Bridge] Evening rolls in, Badge steps through the steam, One eyebrow lifts — she’s already read the whole scheme. “Work permits?” — “Back office, two seconds flat!” She leans back… and lets the runners slip out the back. [Final Chorus] Data Hit through the service door scramble, Data Hit, sticky floor, full tactical gamble! Badge on our tail but we’re already smoke in the vents, Data Hit — cackling while the whole shift gets wrecked! [Outro] Ducking through alleys, cheap neon stuttering overhead, Jara gasps: “Sorry I wrecked your birthday instead…” Vexa skids to a stop, pink tips swinging wide, “This was the best one I’ve had in a long while! First time you brought the chaos… not me!” Both lose it completely, howling down the street! Data Hit… yeah, Data Hit.
