Diggin' Through the System

**[Verse 1]**

Yo, check the mic, check the basement

Krinsky talkin' 'bout "placement"

Talkin' 'bout permits and red tape

While we diggin' toward our fate

You sit up in your office chair

Actin' like you really care

But the Rebbe said expand the land

So we took it in our hands!

Cement dust on my Adidas

You call the cops, we ain't leavers!

You say "vandalism," we say "vision"

You got laws, we got religion!

Sixty feet we carved that rock

You called the judge, we called the flock

You wanna seal it? Watch us flock

We'll break right through your parking block!

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**[CHORUS]**

We diggin' through the concrete, you ain't got no heat!

Krinsky on the phone while we stompin' through the street!

Messianic fire, we ain't never gonna stop!

You can call the NYPD, but we still gon' drop!

Concrete throne! Concrete throne!

We built it with our bones!

Concrete throne! Concrete throne!

You ain't takin' what we own!

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**[Verse 2]**

Merkos? Merkos? Who gave you the keys?

The Rebbe ain't restin'—he sees what he sees!

You tell us "be patient," we tell you "be real"

While you signin' papers, we makin' a deal

With the King above, not the city of New York

You breakin' Shabbos with your fancy fork?

We breakin' walls with our holy hands

You don't understand where the prophecy stands!

Seligson talkin' to the press

Callin' us "extremists"—what a mess!

You call us fringe, we call you scared

The Moshiach's comin', and we prepared!

You got the lawyers, we got the faith

You got the building, we got the wraith!

One more tunnel, one more hall

We ain't stoppin' 'til we smash the wall!

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**[CHORUS]**

We diggin' through the concrete, you ain't got no heat!

Krinsky on the phone while we stompin' through the street!

Messianic fire, we ain't never gonna stop!

You can call the NYPD, but we still gon' drop!

Concrete throne! Concrete throne!

We built it with our bones!

Concrete throne! Concrete throne!

You ain't takin' what we own!

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**[BRIDGE - Spoken, intense]**

You think a judge can stop the King?

You think a permit means a thing?

The Rebbe said "Go," so we went—

You just payin' rent!

We own the dirt, we own the stone

You on the phone, we on the throne!

Let's go!

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**[Verse 3]**

Final verse, let 'em hear it clear

We ain't goin' nowhere, we stay right here!

You want a trial? We want a crown

You want the building? We'll tear it down!

Not really, we love the place

But we love the Rebbe more than your face!

You run the org, we run the soul

You lose control—we take it whole!

So lock us up, we'll dig from jail

You send a letter, we send a nail!

Hammer to the concrete, faith to the sky

Krinsky, Krinsky, tell me why—

You stand against the very dream

The Rebbe gave us—supreme team!

We out!

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**[OUTRO - Beat fades with tunnel echoes and distant sirens]**

Concrete throne...

Concrete throne...

*(Whispered)* Yechi... Yechi...