Killer Mike - Intro... Presenting Dungeon Family lyrics
Killer Mike [Michael Santiago Render] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Killer Mike - Intro... Presenting Dungeon Family lyrics]
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
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
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
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