[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 its just a natural progression No longer aroused by the routine theyre graduating To dirtier stimulation, potency non abating Absolute, the dealer of power poetics they lust Giving hits when even the underground aint down enough [Hook] Its 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 Im surprised you found us worthy Aint 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 Shouldve 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 weve been known with precision to kick precisely the right rhyme [Hook]
determined, dozen, digging, abating, archeologist