Say It J Dilla (Ft. Ta'Raach)

[Intro]
("Say It")
I don't know man
I don't know if they really wanna hear this shit
("Come on") alright
("Say it")

[Verse 1]
Welcome to the sacred, Dilla ok kid
Shit's tight like a size smaller than your waist fit
Winter in America, when this nigga blow
Step into get your face spited, it gets cold
But it's all beauty in the belly
In summer when colors let brothers spoon it and the jelly
They love us
Cooking up them sauces from the sources that's above us
Butter between the bread so I don't bust on the covers
Legs pumping on the spread, I'm on the cusp with some mother
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 of running motherfuckers and numbers ("Say It")

[Samples]
"Whatchu wa-wa-want?"
"It's the 'Raach with a capital R-a"
"[?]"
"It's the 'Raach with a capital R-a"
"J Dilla"
"You'll see all these rappers"
"So whatchu want?"
"With a capital R-a"
"[?]"
"Watcha gonna do?"
"Say yes, yes, y'all"