What's That? (Que Eso?)

Took spanish one for four years, just so you know Spit my shit right here Oigame, malo muchacho Mos Def con Tony Flaco, el idioma que yo hablo Pretty young champ like Camacho, spittin the hot flow B-Boy shout, Zulu gestapo, bro You know my stilo, cigarrillo con tamarindo Habichuelas negras, arroz amarillo Yo soy suave viejito, campeon 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 noventa y siete On the expressway, and press play, see what ya neck say Duro siempre, para mi gente, ganamos Se acabo venga vamos, corillo, alcen las manos Blowin ya spot like I got toast A lotta MC's is Def, but they not 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 [Chorus] Que eso? Tu no sabe mi sonido Siempre ganamos, nunca perdimos Para quien? Blanco, Negro, Latino Del mundo, cuando junto, que profundo Que eso? Tu no sabe mi sonido Siempre ganamos, nunca perdimos Para quien? Blanco, Negro, Latino Corillo, so my street folk come unidos I got chips, to Ziploc grips to burst Non-conventional, original B-Boy, my peeps call me Merc' I'm from N.Y.C., so see why 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 Cause 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 pylons Wit the ladies in a frenzy, runnin' they nylon Reveal flesh to test, cause 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 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 come on gather round 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 Mos and Pos and us 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 Pa' 'fuera, tu no sabe, mi manera Native tongue, puttin' it down, donde quiera De La, Mos Def wit a candela Borinquen, que bonita bandera Respect the architect or be next to catch a pela I send ya all runnin' home to your abuela 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' out cats in San Diego I'm still in effect, and I'm still doin the huevo I still be putting it down, till I'm a viejo Man, you can't tell me nothin' about the juego 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 [Chorus]