[Intro – Dispatch Female voice] "W H P D, Grid report: J one one two eight zero one One Dirtbag, salty. Lost a Gass Huffer. Wants a Fight. At the sun. This one’s goin’ down [Beat kicks — menacing bassline, eerie synths, deep space hum] [Verse 1] Cloak breaks, black space — I slide from the veil, Tholos grip tight, tailin’ that trail. Target locks, local pops — “Let’s 1v1!” Knightzshade smiles — “At the sun? Let’s run.” No backup, no bait — just law vs. shame, W H P D don’t play no games. J one one two eight zero one. the stars held breath, Capsuleers watchin’, waitin’ on death. Svatogorr whispered, “Let battle begin,” A duel for the void, no cheats, no sin. Turrets blaze, rockets fly, shields fall thin, But only one can wear the lawman’s grin. [Hook] We hit a baby seal — But he came back for a fight. Great duels, bold fights, justice deployed. J-space trembled as scrab pods fire. But we made a great Russian friend today, — and he came out with a bag of loot! [Verse 2] Dashcam rollin’, the footage pristine, Boosters hummin’, modules clean. Salt in local, but it tasted sweet, Dirtbag brought pride, still faced defeat. No blob, no trap, just gridlock fate, Knightzshade recording aim stayed straight. One-on-one like the old law says, You fight like a villain, Dut died with respect. [Bridge – Dispatch Girl, radio static under] "Confirmed duel logged. No podding. Clean kill. Respectful grid. J one one two eight zero one marked as sacred ground. [Hook – repeat with layered vocals] We hit a baby seal — But he came back for a fight. Great duels, bold fights, justice deployed. J-space trembled as scrab pods fire. But we made a great Russian friend today — and he came out RICH. But мы сегодня завели отличного русского друга. (We made a great Russian friend today.) [Outro – Fading beat, space ambiance returns] J one one two eight zero one. a star burns bright. Until next time, Night shift out.
