[crowd yelling in background]
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[banging on door]
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Dungeon Family! Dungeon Family!
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Dungeon Family y'all got six minutes!
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Dungeon Family, don't y'all hear 'em out there
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they're going bananas!
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Get up Dungeon, come on!
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Dungeon Family get out here!
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Come on! You hear me in there?!
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[door opening]
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First Generation!
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Presenting Dungeon Family, Mr. DJ's on the drums
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We spit the slickest shit from the gutters and the slums
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Presenting Dungeon Family, Mr. DJ's on the drums
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We spit the slickest shit from the gutters and the slums
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[Backbone]
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Gooolllllyyy! Yea' ain't gon' believe this (What?)
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Oh you will when you see it (What?)
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Them boys done came together, changed the weather
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Now they finna reign/rain forever (What?!)
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Somebody better tell 'em they can think whatever
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But I don't sweat 'em
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Oh if they say I ain't right this time, shawdy bet 'em
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Cuz I got game to sell 'em, a thang or better
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I play 'em low key like below C level
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The high fidelity gon' bang yo' cerebelum
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And crank the party up like this old Charles Tatum
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In a subterrainium chamber, creatin masterpieces
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Etch it in stone, trust 'em it's hard to keep 'em
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A thunderous sound, comes from up under the ground
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Do you smell what the Family smokin? We burnin it down
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to ash, Breeze, Doc, The Mob, Rube
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OutKast and me, guilty by association...
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Intro: Presenting Dungeon Family
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| Dungeon Family |
