Lyrics

[Intro: TaRaach, The Emotions sample] ("Say it!") I don't know, man... I don't know if they really wanna hear this shit... "C'mon..." Alright... ("Say it!") [Verse 1: TaRaach, The Emotions sample] Welcome to the sacred – Dilla okay, kid Shit's tight, like a size smaller than your waist fit Winter In America, when this nigga blow Step into it, get your face bitted, it gets cold But it's all beauty in the belly in summer When colors let brothers spoon it in they jelly, they love us Cooking up them sauces from the source that's above us Butter in between the bread so I don't bust on the covers Leg pumpin' and it's spread, I'm on the cusp of some other... Let it rain off the brain, it's kinda tough with them rubbers Call cousin like, "What up with it? Cut with the Cutlass" Back on the clock, I'm runnin' motherfuckers in numbers ("Say it!") Yeah – [Chorus: Exile scratches] "Whatchu wa-wa-want?!?" "It's 'TaRaach' with a capital R-uh" "You know we can-can't stop, can-can't quit" "It's 'TaRaach' with a capital R-uh" "J" – "Dilla" "You'll see – all these rappers..." "Fool, what'chu want?!?" "With a capital R-uh" "Japan-land, it's – the bran-and new" "What–what'cha gonna do?!" "Say yes, yes, y'all!" "Fool, whatchu want?!?" [Verse 2: TaRaach, The Emotions sample] Say it, lay it out for 'em Not a day go by without the foursome in the whoredom Record something to it, beef it up and make it sound stupid Future looking bleak, on some Mo' Better Blues shit That's when niggas with no cheese or dues get spittin' on your cellular phone "I left a message for ya" – cut it out, you're selling them clothes Niggas is outside buggin' out, you're jailed in your home Hail the dopeness, the focus is back Watch your life sail hopeless off of sofas and snacks Too surface, being nervous is closer than that Pulled off in the abyss, you're being chose for the crack For that performance, ya'll Martin Lawrence 'Otis' in rap ("Say it!") [Chorus: Exile scratches, TaRaach] "Whatchu wa-wa-want?" "It's 'TaRaach' with a capital R-uh" It's a wrap! "You know we can-can't stop, can-can't quit" ...Nobody tell ya? "It's 'TaRaach' with a capital R-uh" "J" – "Dilla" "You'll see – all these rappers..." "Fool, what'chu want?!?" "With a capital R-uh" "Japan-land – it's the bran-and new" "What'cha gonna do?" "Say yes, yes, y'all!" [Verse 3: TaRaach, The Emotions sample] Holla (Holla) back (back) at it at your own discretion Niggas bust in hard-hats for they own protection Close contestants, "Stan"s – game over You a lame soda – we bubblin', man To the top 'til it poppin' – the plan Lean your glass to it – shoot, I'll put the "pain" in the "cham'" From the D', to the city with bikinis and sand But Dilla Dog put me up on all of y'all in Japan ("Say it!") [Outro: TaRaach, The Emotions samples] Dilla Dog love Japan Raach Allah love Japan O.X. – oh yes, in Japan We out in Japan "C'mon..." "Say it!" "C'mon..." "Say it!" ("Say it!" "Say it!" "Say it!"...)