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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?! 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 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...