What’s That? (Que Eso?)

Lyrics

[Intro: Mos Def] I took Spanish One for four years So um, I'ma spit my shit right here [Verse 1: Mos Def] Oigame malo muchacho Mos Def con Tony Flaco El idioma que yo hablo Pretty young champ like Camacho Spittin' a hot flow B-boy shout Zulu Gestapo, bro You know my steelo Cigarillo con tamarindo Habichuelas negras Arroz amarillo Yo soy suave, viejito Campeon nacional como Tito Bringin' the heat, bro Unique when I speak, yo Do it my way like Carlito Beats by M-A-S-E-O From Pelham Bay to Puerto Rico Play my jam on Caliente Noventa Siete On the expressway and press play See what ya neck say Duro siempre Para mi gente ganamos Se acabó, venga vamos Corillo alcen las manos Blowin' ya spot like I got toast A lot of MC's is def but they not Mos, and not close Understand that when I shine, all your light is through Y'all niggas wack in one language, son, I'm nice in two Fuck is you? [Chorus: Mos Def] (Que Eso?) Tu no sabes? Mis sonidos Siempre ganamos Nunca perdimos (Para quien?) Blanco, negro, latino del mundo Cuando juntos Que profundo (Que Eso?) Tu no sabes? Mis sonidos Siempre ganamos Nunca perdimos (Para quien?) Blanco, negro, latino Corillos, all the street folks, ya bonito [Verse 2: Posdnous] Ayo, I cop chips to ziplock grips the verse Non-conventional original B-boy My peeps call me Merce I'm from NYC so CYN me There's a lot of hustlin' found around my chi Sip the strawberry daq' that ain't never been fucked Tryin' to catch me off balance, man, you shit out of luck 'Cause we got more Rams that I drive than y'all Got the people at the jams more live than y'all I'm with Tone Touch while y'all all touched in the head Such a lethal combination got you facing the red And, um, yo, you don't want no parts of that Your style's so pussy, last name should be cat We takin' it back like Sleestaks and Pylons With the ladies in a frenzy runnin' they nylons Reveal flesh to test 'cause I love bruisin' 'em Treat my battles like my children, nigga, I'm never losin' em [Chorus: Posdnous] (Hey yo, what's that?) You don't know? That's my sound, yo No one can rock it like this We put it down, yo (For who?) Black, white, purple or brown, yo It's Mos, De La and Touch We hold the crown, yo (Pero, what's that?) You don't know? That's my sound, yo No one can rock it like this We put it down, yo (For who?) Black, white, purple or brown, yo So, all my street folk, c'mon, gather around, yo [Verse 3: Trugoy the Dove] The only Spanish I knew was dame un beso Caught bitches with niggas who nettin' the peso Y'all breathin' on beats like this? If you say so I stay sippin' on God theories—yo, where the case, yo? Weight flows on fourth floors like film edits Fuck saying the name, y'all read it in the credits Sit down and on my lyrics We servin' niggas up some beans and rice Everything is everything Heavy metal thing Rock with Mos and Pos diners Written flows get broke down by the commas From L.I. lawn, I green shit up in my wallet To fly to warm places and get red like scarlet How I dollar it, I just earn to save So when the itchy itchy come, I satisfy the crave And let it fall a little too much I let Tone Touch my ears to make the bullshit disappear [Verse 4: Tony Touch] Pa' fuera Tu no sabes mi manera? Native Tongues puttin' it down donde quiera De La, Mos Def with a candela de Borinquen Que bonita bandera Respect the architect or be next to catch a vela Send y'all all runnin' home to your abuela Catch wreck over a beat or accapella Kick a wicked rhyme like a fortune teller, this fella Se pone feo quando llego I still be shoutin' out cats in San Diego I'm still in effect and I'm still doing the huevo I'll still be puttin' it down 'til I'm a viejo Man, you can't tell me nuttin' about the juego I told you all suckers before, "Leggo my eggo" Yet you insist upon playin' with fuego But I catch you on the rebound, hasta luego, pendejo [Chorus: Mos Def] (Que Eso?) Tu no sabes? Mis sonidos Siempre ganamos Nunca perdimos (Para quien?) Blanco, negro, latino del mundo Cuando juntos Que profundo (Que Eso?) Tu no sabes? Mis sonidos Siempre ganamos Nunca perdimos (Para quien?) Blanco, negro, latino Corillos, all those street folks, ya bonito