(feat. De La Soul, Mos Def)



[Mos Def]

Took spanish one for four years, just so you know

Spit my shit right here



Óigame, 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, campeón 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 acabó 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 1]

Que eso? Tu no sabe mi sonido

Siempre ganamos, nunca perdimos

Para quien? Blanco, Negro, Latino

Del mundo, cuando junto, qué profundo

Que eso? Tu no sabe mi sonido

Siempre ganamos, nunca perdimos

Para quien? Blanco, Negro, Latino

Corillo, so my street folk come unidos



[Pos]

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

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 pylons

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



[Chorus 2]

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



[Dove]

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



[Tony Touch]

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 nuthin 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 1]