What's That?
Tony Touch Lyrics


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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 Tony Touch's song "What's That?" Mos Def drops a verse that identifies with his Latino fans. The song highlights the bridging of different cultures connects independent of linguistic barriers. Mos Def sings about speaking two languages, Spanish and English. He mentions taking four years of Spanish, as if to prove that he can speak the language. The line, “Mos Def con Tony Flaco, el idioma que yo hablo,” highlights how music is a universal language, and how it brings people together without the need for translation.


Mos Def's verse also talks about being a "Campeón Nacional como Tito," referring to the Puerto Rican boxer Wilfred Benitez, who was nicknamed Tito. This line highlights the fact that Mos Def and Touch value people who advance their community regardless of who they are.


The chorus of "Que eso? Tu no sabe mi sonido" emphasizes the feeling of unity achieved while expressing oneself through music. It also highlights how music is a global phenomenon that can bring together different races, ethnicities, and cultures in one shared space.


Line by Line Meaning

Took spanish one for four years, just so you know
I spent four years learning Spanish, I want to make it clear.


Spit my shit right here
I'm delivering my lyrics with confidence and skill.


Oigame, malo muchacho
Listen up, bad boy.


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


Pretty young champ like Camacho, spittin the hot flow
I'm a talented and attractive young artist, delivering powerful lyrics.


B-Boy shout, Zulu gestapo, bro
I'm representing the B-Boy culture, part of the Zulu Nation.


You know my stilo, cigarrillo con tamarindo
You're familiar with my style, incorporating unique elements.


Habichuelas negras, arroz amarillo
Traditional black beans and yellow rice.


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


Bringin the heat bro, unique when I speak yo
I'm bringing the fire, my voice is distinct and one-of-a-kind.


Doin my Way like Carlito, beats by M-A-S-E-O
I'm doing things my way, just like Carlito. The beats are crafted by M-A-S-E-O.


From Panama to Puerto Rico, play my jam on Caliente noventa y siete
My music is enjoyed from Panama to Puerto Rico, it's played on the popular station Caliente noventa y siete.


On the expressway, and press play, see what ya neck say
Listen to my music while driving on the expressway, see how it makes you move.


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


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


Blowin ya spot like I got toast
I'm taking over your spot, like I'm armed with a gun.


A lotta MC's is Def, but they not Mos, and not close
Many MC's are good, but they're not on the level of Mos Def, not even close.


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


Ya niggas wack in one language, I'm nice in two, fuck is you
You're barely skilled in one language, while I excel in two, what are you even saying?


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 profound.


I got chips, to Ziploc grips to burst
I have plenty of money and skills to show off.


Non-conventional, original B-Boy, my peeps call me Merc'
I'm unconventional and unique, a true B-Boy. My friends call me Merc'.


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


There's a lot of hustlin', found around my cheek
There's a lot of hustle and grind in my life.


Sippin' strawberry daq, that ain't never been fucked
Enjoying a strawberry daiquiri, nothing can ruin my vibe.


Try to catch me off balance, man, you shit outta luck
If you try to throw me off, you'll have no success.


'Cause we got more rams, and I drivin' y'all
We have more strength and power, we're leading the way.


Got the people like the jams, more live than y'all
The audience loves our music, it's more energetic than yours.


I'm wit Tone Touch, while ya all touched in the head
I'm with Tony Touch, while the rest of you are confused and lost.


Such a lethal combination, got you facin' the red
Our collaboration is dangerous, it's making you turn red from embarrassment or anger.


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


You style so pussy, last name should be Cat
Your style is weak and cowardly, it's as if your last name should be Cat.


We takin it back, like flea stacks and pylons
We're bringing it back to the old days, like flea markets and towering structures.


Wit the ladies in a frenzy, runnin' they nylon
The ladies are excited, running around in their stockings.


Reveal flesh to test, cause I love bruisin' 'em
They expose their skin to test me, because I enjoy overpowering them.


Treat my battles like my children nigga, I'm never losin' 'em
I handle my battles with care and determination, I 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 unique sound.


No one can rock it like this, we put it down yo
No one can perform like us, we set the standard.


For who? Black, white, purple or brown yo
For whom? Black, white, purple, or brown.


It's Mos, De La, and Touch, we hold the crown yo
It's Mos Def, De La Soul, and Tony Touch, we're the best.


Pero what's that? You don't know, that's my sound yo
But what's that? You don't know, that's my unique sound.


No one can rock it like this, we put it down yo
No one can perform like us, we set the standard.


For who? Black, white, purple or brown yo
For whom? Black, white, purple, or brown.


So all my street folk come on gather round yo
So all my people from the streets, come together.


Pardon me son, but the only Spanish I knew, was dame un beso
Sorry, but the only Spanish I knew was 'give me a kiss'.


Cut bitches wit niggas, who nettin' the peso
I associate with people who make money and have a lot of influence.


Ya breathin' on beats like this, if you say so
You think you're spitting fire on these beats, if that's what you believe.


I stay sippin' on God theories, so where the case yo?
I continue to ponder deep philosophical ideas, so what's your argument?


Wait flow on four floors like film edits
My flow is smooth and expertly crafted, like film editing.


Fuck sayin' the name, you read it in the credits
Forget saying my name, you'll see it in the credits.


Sit that ass down on my lyrics
Listen closely to my lyrics.


We servin' niggas up some beans and rice, everything is everything
We're serving up a musical feast, just like beans and rice. Everything is complete and fulfilling.


Heavy metal thing, rock, wit Mos and Pos and us
We're bringing a heavy and powerful vibe, rocking alongside Mos, Pos, and us.


Written flows get broke down by the comas
My written flows are analyzed and appreciated by the listeners.


From L.I. lawn, I green shit up in my wallets
I represent Long Island, growing my wealth and success.


To fly the wrong places, and get red like scarlet
To venture into dangerous territories and face the consequences.


How I dollar it, I just earn the say
I'm just making money and doing things my way.


So when the itchy itchy come, I satisfy the crave
So when the desire for music comes, I satisfy it.


And let it fall a little too much
And let the music take over to an extreme extent.


I let Tone touch my ears to let the bullshit disappear
I let Tony Touch's music enter my ears to make all the negativity go away.


Pa' 'fuera, tu no sabe, mi manera
Get out of here, you don't know my way.


Native tongue, puttin' it down, donde quiera
Representing the Native Tongues, spreading our music everywhere.


De La, Mos Def wit a candela
De La Soul, Mos Def, with fire.


Borinquen, que bonita bandera
Puerto Rico, what a beautiful flag.


Respect the architect or be next to catch a pela
Show respect to the originator, or you'll be the next one to get beat up.


I send ya all runnin' home to your abuela
I make all of you run back to your grandmothers in fear.


Cash rap over a beat or acapella
I excel at rapping over any beat, whether it's with backing music or acapella.


Kick a wicked rhyme like a fortune teller
I deliver impressive and impactful lyrics, just like a fortune teller.


This fella, se pone feo quando llego
This guy gets mad when I arrive.


I still be shoutin' out cats in San Diego
I still give recognition to artists in San Diego.


I'm still in effect, and I'm still doin the huevo
I'm still relevant and successful, and I'm still doing my thing.


I still be putting it down, till I'm a viejo
I will continue to make music and leave my mark until I'm old.


Man, you can't tell me nothin' about the juego
Hey, you can't tell me anything about the game.


I told ya suckas before, leggo my eggo
I've already warned you, so back off.


Yet you insist upon playin' wit fuego
But you continue to play with fire.


But I catch you on the rebound, hasta luego, pendejo
But I'll catch you when you fall, goodbye, dumbass.


[Chorus]
Repeated chorus line




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, 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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@owenortiz5409

[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



All comments from YouTube:

@jamesbruhn3103

One of the most fire tracks on Tony Touch album

@ckirb1

Yo...this is straight Dope! Mos Def's flow was the illest.

@owenortiz5409

[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

@ckirb1

Thank you for this bro!

@owenortiz5409

​@@ckirb1You're welcome, dawg. Greetings from Argentina🇦🇷

@jjmonahan1723

Mos defs shit gives me goosebumps paired with that beat

@eltipoclandestino8377

Muchos recuerdos me trae este tema con mi negro q una chimba

@gobshite

I remember bumping this in Madrid, 2005. Schooled my Spanish hombre to Tony Toca....

Dope album

@varietayt1009

I'm doing the same in 2023

@varietayt1009

In the same city hahah

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