What's That? [Que Eso?] - Tony Touch, De La Soul, Mos Def

Took spanish one for four years, just so you know

Spit my shit right here

Puedame, malo muchacho

Mos Def con Tony Flaco, el idioma que yo hablo

Pretty young champ like Camacho, spittin the hot flow

B-Boy shout, Zulo could stop O, bro

You know my stilo, cigarrillo con tamarindo

Papi chulo negro, saros amarillo

Yo soy suave hito campion nacional como Tito

Bringin the heat bro, unique when I speak yo Doin my Way like Carlito, beats by M-A-S-E-O

From Panama to Puerto Rico, play my jam on caliente noventisiete

On the expressway, and press play, see what ya neck say

Duro siempre, parami hente, garamos

Se acabo de ganamos, corrio, alze la mano

Blowin ya spot like I got toast

A lotta MC’s is Def, but they ain’t Mos, and not close

Understand it when I shine, all your light is through

Ya niggas wack in one language, I’m nice in two, fuck is you

Que eso?

Tu no sabe mi sonido

Siempre, ganamos nunca perdimos

Para che?

Bianco, Negro, Latino

Del mundo, quando unto, che profundo

I got chips, to ziplock, rips to burst

Nine conventional, original B-Boy, my peeps call me Merc'

I’m from N.Y.C., so see Y in me

There’s a lot of hustlin, found around my cheek

Sippin strawberry daq, that ain’t never been fucked

Try to catch me off balance, man, you shit outta luck

Cuz we got more rams, and I drivin y’all

Got the people like the jams, more live than y’all

I’m wit Tone Touch, while ya all touched in the head

Such a lethal combination, got you facin the red

And um, yo, you don’t want no parts in that

You style so pussy, last name should be Cat

We takin it back, like flea stacks and pile longs

Wit the ladies in a frenzy, runnin they nylon

Reveal flesh to test, cuz I love bruisin 'em

Treat my battles like my children nigga, I’m never losin 'em

Aiyo, what’s that?

You don’t know, that’s my sound yo No one can rock like this, we put it down y’all

For who?

Black, white, purple or brown yo It’s Mos, De La, and Touch, we hold the crown yo Pardon me son, but the only Spanish I knew, was dame un beso

Cut bitches wit niggas, who nettin the peso

Ya breathin on beats like this, if you say so I stay sippin on God theories, so where the case yo?

Wait flow on four floors like film edits

Fuck sayin the name, you read it in the credits

Sit that ass down on my lyrics

We servin niggas up some beans and rice, everything is everything

Heavy metal thing, rock, wit most and pot stiners

Written flows get broke down by the comas

From L.I.

lawn, I green shit up in my wallets

To fly the wrong places, and get red like scarlet

How I dollar it, I just earn the say

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 let the bullshit disappear

Pafuera, tu non sabe, mi manera

Native tongue, puttin it down, done qiera

De La, Mos Def wit a candela

Boriquen, que bonita bandera

Respect the unprotected be necks to catch a pela

I send ya all runnin home to ya buela

Cash rap over a beat or acapella

Kick a wicked rhyme like a fortune teller

This fella, se pone feo quando llego

I still be shoutin cats in San Diego

I’m still in effect, and I’m still doin the wevo

I still be puttin it down, til I’m a pieho

Man, you can’t tell me nuthin about the huego

I told ya suckas before, leggo my eggo

Yet you insist upon playin wit fuego

But I catch you on the rebound, hasta luego, pendejo