Yo I'm OG Urist straight outta Mountainkeep
I'm holdin' all the cards so betta read em an weep
I'm lord of the mack and I've never known defeat
When it comes to mack daddies I'm the elite of the elite.
My robes be dragonscale, the leatherwork sublime
And studded with diamond bling, sparkling so fine.
My solid gold goblet packs the finest sunberry wine,
Damn, all these awesome things are all mine,
To my left is my homie whom I call dolomite
A tough muthafucka who'll whoop you in a fight
With his adamantine gat you can kiss yo ass goodnight
And he'll hammertime you dead faster than the speed of light
A Kobold out of Compton ganked our food supply,
till we caught it in a cage trap; that busta gonna die.
So we rigged his cage to a drawbridge to the sky,
And we pulled the trigger; told the busta fool goodbye.
We found out where his homies was at,
we grabbed us our hammers, and the adamantine gat,
shot our way through cave spiders and the occasional bat,
then found the Kobold cave, thinking "this will be disast"
We grabbed the screwpump magma-machine
We gonna wipe the earth of these koblds clean
We pulled the lever and the Kobold screams
Were drowned out in magma flowing like cream.
We headed back to the crib to chillax
We hung up the gat and the battleax
And that's our story; really that's that
I'm OG Urist, Mountainkeep is where the party's at.