[Verse 1: MoJo King]
Silently sliding in under the cover of night
Swiftly slipping through defenses thought too tight
Lightly armed with little more than grit and pick ax
Still playing the game, even with decks stacked
They know the deal, still dogged and determined
Defying the common because of inner burning
A constant urging to dig deep, never sleep
Go below the surface and find what lies beneath
On a last crusade, the dozen delve into the unknown
Searching for something special to call their own
Seemingly on a suicide mission, they continue their dissension
For originality addicts it's just a natural progression
No longer aroused by the routine they're graduating
To dirtier stimulation, potency non abating
Absolute, the dealer of power poetics they lust
Giving hits when even the underground ain't down enough
[Hook]
It's dirty...
Keep digging
Dozen...
Keep digging
[Verse 2: Vision the Iron Disciple]
You were there to hold me down, there to lift me up
When they left me in the street you put some change in my cup
I gotta admit that when I fell nobody knew my name
You were patiently waiting to reignite the flame
So fresh and clean, but then you had to get dirty
We buried so deep I'm surprised you found us worthy
Ain't two ways about it, when my face was shrouded
You scrapped the crust from the mantle, proceeded to break the handle
On the shovel, pouring sweat like blood trying to reach me
Drowning in nightmares, you were determined to beach me
Should've known there was a remnant of the faithful few
Who could taste the true, and this is made for you
The air was poisoned with noise but somehow you stayed focused
Archeologist eating wild honey and locusts
On a dig of a lifetime, bringing us the lifeline
Because we've been known with precision to kick precisely the right rhyme
[Hook]