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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]

Overall Meaning

In "What's That?", Mos Def showcases his bilingual skills by dropping rhymes in both English and Spanish. He states that he took Spanish for four years and then spits some verses in the language. Mos Def talks about his impressive skills and unique style of rapping. He talks about his multicultural appeal and how his music brings people from different races and backgrounds together. Mos Def also talks about the importance of keeping it real and staying true to oneself in the rap game.


The chorus emphasizes Mos Def's confidence in his sound and its ability to transcend race and ethnicity. The verse of Tony Touch highlights the importance of staying sharp and original in the game, as well as maintaining one's street credibility. The final verse, by Q-Tip, emphasizes the importance of respect and staying true to one's roots, expressing pride in his Puerto Rican heritage and his contribution to the Native Tongues collective.


Line by Line Meaning

Took spanish one for four years, just so you know
I studied Spanish for four years to speak fluently


Spit my shit right here
I'm rapping right now


Oigame, malo muchacho
Listen up, bad boy


Mos Def con Tony Flaco, el idioma que yo hablo
Mos Def with Tony Flaco, the language I speak


Pretty young champ like Camacho, spittin the hot flow
I'm talented like Camacho and rapping with a great flow


B-Boy shout, Zulu gestapo, bro
I represent the B-Boy culture and Zulu Nation with my rhymes


You know my stilo, cigarrillo con tamarindo
You know my style, smoking a cigar with tamarind taste


Habichuelas negras, arroz amarillo
Black beans and yellow rice, a meal from my culture


Yo soy suave viejito, campeon nacional como Tito
I'm smooth and a national champion like Tito


Bringin the heat bro, unique when I speak yo
I'm bringing the heat and my rhyming style is one of a kind


Doin my Way like Carlito, beats by M-A-S-E-O
My way of rapping is similar to Carlito's and the beats are produced by M-A-S-E-O


From Panama to Puerto Rico, play my jam on Caliente noventa y siete
From Panama to Puerto Rico, my music is played on Caliente 97FM radio station


On the expressway, and press play, see what ya neck say
Play my music on the expressway and see how your head nods to the beat


Duro siempre, para mi gente, ganamos
Always hard for my people, we win


Se acabo venga vamos, corillo, alcen las manos
It's over, let's go, come on guys, raise your hands


Blowin ya spot like I got toast
I'm taking your spot like I have a gun


A lotta MC's is Def, but they not Mos, and not close
Many rappers have Def in their name, but they're not me and they're not similar


Understand it when I shine, all your light is through
When I shine, your light becomes insignificant


Ya niggas wack in one language, I'm nice in two, fuck is you
You're not even good at rapping in one language, I'm talented in two, who are you?


Que eso? Tu no sabe mi sonido
What's that? You don't know my sound


Siempre ganamos, nunca perdimos
We always win, never lose


Para quien? Blanco, Negro, Latino
For whom? White, black, Latino


Del mundo, cuando junto, que profundo
From the world, when we come together, it's deep


Corillo, so my street folk come unidos
Group of people, so my fellow street folks come together


I got chips, to Ziploc grips to burst
I have money and the means to keep it safe


Non-conventional, original B-Boy, my peeps call me Merc'
I'm unique, an original B-Boy; my peers call me Merc


I'm from N.Y.C., so see why in me
I'm from New York City, so understand my background


There's a lot of hustlin', found around my cheek
I grew up in a place where hustling is common


Sippin' strawberry daq, that ain't never been fucked
Drinking a strawberry daiquiri, something that never went wrong before


Try to catch me off balance, man, you shit outta luck
If you try to trick me, you'll fail miserably


Cause we got more rams, and I drivin' y'all
Because we have more talent, we're driving you away


Got the people like the jams, more live than y'all
People prefer my music, it's more exciting than yours


I'm wit Tone Touch, while ya all touched in the head
I'm with Tone Touch, while you're all crazy


Such a lethal combination, got you facin' the red
A dangerous team, you're facing great danger


And um, yo, you don't want no parts in that
You don't want to be involved in this


You style so pussy, last name should be Cat
Your rapping style is weak and timid


We takin it back, like flea stacks and pylons
We're bringing it back, to simpler times


Wit the ladies in a frenzy, runnin' they nylon
The women are excited and running around


Reveal flesh to test, cause I love bruisin' 'em
I like making women uncomfortable by exposing skin


Treat my battles like my children nigga, I'm never losin' 'em
I take my rap battles seriously and never lose them


Aiyo, what's that? You don't know, that's my sound yo
Hey, what's that? You don't know, that's my music style


No one can rock it like this, we put it down yo
No one can perform like us, we're the best


Borinquen, que bonita bandera
Borinquen, what a beautiful flag


Respect the architect or be next to catch a pela
Respect the creator or you'll face punishment


I send ya all runnin' home to your abuela
I make you scared and you run home to your grandma


Cash rap over a beat or acapella
I make money by rapping over a beat or acapella


Kick a wicked rhyme like a fortune teller
I rap skillfully, like a fortune teller tells fortunes


This fella, se pone feo quando llego
This guy acts ugly when I arrive


I still be shoutin' out cats in San Diego
I'm still giving recognition to artists in San Diego


I'm still in effect, and I'm still doin the huevo
I'm still active and rapping explosively


I still be putting it down, till I'm a viejo
I'll keep making music until my old age


Man, you can't tell me nothin' about the juego
You can't teach me anything about the game


I told ya suckas before, leggo my eggo
I warned you before, leave me alone


Yet you insist upon playin' wit fuego
You keep playing with fire, even though it's dangerous


But I catch you on the rebound, hasta luego, pendejo
But I'll catch you off guard, goodbye, idiot




Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JOSEPH A. HERNANDEZ, DAVID J JOLICOEUR, VINCENT LAMONT MASON, KELVIN MERCER, DANTE SMITH

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