Lyric Intro: Presenting Dungeon Family

[crowd yelling in background]

[banging on door]
Dungeon Family! Dungeon Family!
Dungeon Family y all got six minutes!
Dungeon Family, don t y all hear em out there
they re going bananas!
Get up Dungeon, come on!
Dungeon Family get out here!
Come on! You hear me in there?!
[door opening]

First Generation!
Presenting Dungeon Family, Mr. DJ s on the drums
We spit the slickest shit from the gutters and the slums
Presenting Dungeon Family, Mr. DJ s on the drums
We spit the slickest shit from the gutters and the slums

[Backbone]
Gooolllllyyy! Yea ain t gon believe this (What?)
Oh you will when you see it (What?)
Them boys done came together, changed the weather
Now they finna reign/rain forever (What?!)
Somebody better tell em they can think whatever
But I don t sweat em
Oh if they say I ain t right this time, shawdy bet em
Cuz I got game to sell em, a thang or better
I play em low key like below C level
The high fidelity gon bang yo cerebelum
And crank the party up like this old Charles Tatum
In a subterrainium chamber, creatin masterpieces
Etch it in stone, trust em it s hard to keep em
A thunderous sound, comes from up under the ground
Do you smell what the Family smokin? We burnin it down
to ash, Breeze, Doc, The Mob, Rube
OutKast and me, guilty by association...