[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...