v1.
the tech and tecs...
the tools of the trade...
get ready to deck...
if we're coming raid...
plug into your neck...
download your array...
broke all your sec...
memory betrayed...

drop bodies (x6)
lead is the gift, if my section nine people are catching you naughty
head's getting ripped, you should surrender or you'll be disembodied
so don't kamikaze, they'll make you a zombie if you're acting haughty

deep in the net, soul's in a ghost dive
seek real truth cause you know most lie
opposition is toast not a boast I've
disabled barriers and broke eyes
amateur hacks with interceptors
body all of these young inept sirs
forever young with no elixir
cyberized and so's my clique sir

section nine but that stays on low low
rolling out with Batou and Motoko
ghost in a shell but I'm not Proto
have a soul and my vision goes slow mo
never get me confused for an AI
not the kind of person who'd stay shy
never staying out of the fray I
pull the micro out and then spray fire

ch.
Surprise! Surprise! I'm full prosthetic.
When I take battle damage / need a tech not a medic.
Full cyberized! And you're pathetic.
I'm the best of the best / trump genetic with synthetic.
(x2)

v2.
we keep it all low...
keep everything' quiet...
but if we must blow...
then everyone's dying...
you know how it goes...
if the apple you're biting...
gets stuck in your throat...
last moments are writhing...

we're diving (x6)
discover the truth in the net, then flush out corruption from hiding
providing true justice while heading off all of these violent uprisings
he who stays the lowest dethrones the inept and the sick and conniving

chasing down each of these passing plans
individual eleven and laughing man
only ever making a lasting stand
cyberized vision is amassing scans
glide along side Tachikoma's
gonna leave these enemies torn up
laser sight gonna snipe well sure enough
Kevlar vest on the chest gets blown up

gonna put several bodies in action
all these hacks means they're my actors
break the firewall of your factions
don't even see the corner your backed in
active camouflage also surrounds us
end game is that we confound trust
so quiet we don't make a loud fuss
til the Jericho's out going bust bust