text: {crowd yelling in background}
  {banging on door}
  Dungeon Family! Dungeon Family!
  Dungeon Family yall got six minutes!
  Dungeon Family, dont yall hear em out there
  Theyre 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. DJs on the drums
  We spit the slickest shit from the gutters and the slums
  Presenting Dungeon Family, Mr. DJs on the drums
  We spit the slickest shit from the gutters and the slums
  Gooolllllyyy! Yea aint gon believe this 
  Oh you will when you see it 
  Them boys done came together, changed the weather
  Now they finna reign/rain forever 
  Somebody better tell em they can think whatever
  But I dont sweat em
  Oh if they say I aint 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 its 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...