[Intro: Mr. Funke]
The sounds that you hear!

[Chorus x2: Lords Of The Underground]
It's the East coast sound, bumpin through your town
Lords, Dre, Ed Lover, comin from the under
It's the East coast sound, bumpin through your town
Lords, Dre, Ed Lover, comin from the under

[Verse 1: DoItAll (Ed Lover)]
(I step up to the frontline, it's not my turn to rhyme)
Well it's mine, so watch your back, cause I'm high off this wine
Brass monkey, now my mental state is like funky
Lyrics intoxicated so my style is drunk chunky
Now some can, umm get it, but some can't, get with it
But if you can't, get it, then on you I have shitted
Your reaction is stunk, from the shit that I pump
And my sound, is immortalized, in mad n***as trunks
Now hear the slur as I speak, cause my speech is not slurred
I go by the straight line so many words bump curves
So visualize 'em, while um some, try to harmonize 'em
Like who's that n***a? (That's that n***a)
And what's that style that he just kicked?
Well it's me, the D-O-I-T All..
That brown slim brother who sometime plays the wall
But not now, cause now with the sound I am loud!