[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 n***a 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 n***as 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
N***as 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
N***as 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!"...)