INTRO (4 bars – spoken / half-time) Explosion of light — that’s how the story begins Universe evolving through war and sin Handmade globalism, suspended belief Outlaws surviving, blood in the streets VERSE 1 (16 bars) Explosion of light, the story unfolds From cosmic birth to the hearts turned cold Evolution of worlds, corruption of men Wars in the streets, sins sink in the skin Hand-made globalism, belief on hold Outlaws subsist where the blood runs bold Guns I keep, I barely sleep Beware of the beasts when the hooligans creep Blue devils, converts, born to do dirt One rifle emotion, one life get hurt Thug race members with chrome-plated fate Outlaw state firing bullets of hate Criminal republics, war in the streets Peace talk drowned by four-five beats Cut and thrust, dodge drug busts Born to die first, cowards trust slugs HOOK (8 bars – strong & repetitive) I do dirt — but they do dirt too Same blood on the badge, same stain on the suit They point that finger, but it points back at you They just as dirty as me — yeah, it’s true I do dirt — yeah, I admit mine They authorize crimes, then draw that line Same sins, different tie, different view They just as dirty as me — yeah, it’s true VERSE 2 (16 bars) In the beginning, gunfights, war games Darkness fell on these streets of pain Is this God’s image — the human race? By all means, come fill my cell space Justified purges, elimination Institutional discrimination Cops hating, block blazing Homicide narratives vindicating Bullets advocate the fate we chase Crossed-out names in another case Political mobs with organized rules Looking for change with violent tools Led by low-nose law operators Tech nines whisper through city vapors Sweater heavy, stay insulated Death wish prayers get circulated HOOK (repeat) I do dirt — but they do dirt too Same blood on the badge, same stain on the suit They point that finger, but it points back at you They just as dirty as me — yeah, it’s true BRIDGE (8 bars – slower delivery) Dry ammunition, death in thought Quorum judges life with the gun they bought .357 faith in a six-shot spin Prayers get stuck in the chamber again Mind like a pipe bomb, pressure-packed Truth don’t rap — but it still react We don’t glorify, we document The cost of survival is permanent VERSE 3 (16 bars – reflective but sharp) I recite truth, ignite the chute Feel of slaughter in hot pursuit I done dirt too — yeah, that’s fact But don’t act clean when your hands stay black DA lying, gun-spit written Paperwork clean but the soul stay missing Sweep sins deep under rugs Authorize drugs, suits protect thugs Suicidal ties and polished shoes Same wolves wearing different suits I do dirt — they do dirt worse Difference is who writes the verse Judge me harsh, I won’t deny Just don’t crown saints that let cities die Same dirt, same mud, same sea They just as dirty as me FINAL HOOK (x2 – chant-style) They just as dirty as me They just as dirty as me Different badge, different degree Same dirt bene