What’s That? (Que Eso?)

[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