Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Guess? Who?, artist - Doug E. Fresh. Date of issue: 30.05.1988
Song language: English
Guess? Who? |
| Ayy! |
| Rhymin' is a skill that I perfected |
| And all around the world I’m nuch respected |
| For all the «dope"beats that’s been selected |
| You tape them on your tape and then eject it |
| From your box and run down the block |
| Now the whole neighborhood’s in a state os shock |
| Feel electricity you wonder who’s he? |
| The rhymes seems to change and it varys |
| In different forms and different sizes |
| It paralyzes and energizes |
| And it surprises me I thought you knew |
| You don’t know who it is Guess? |
| Who? |
| I take time and patience, public relations |
| Stand and scan the demand in the nation |
| With expertise and a new release |
| Make another well known rapper seem deceased |
| And keep him under |
| Make him wonder |
| Nine to five and if he don’t survive |
| That’s just another brother that’s been buried alive |
| 'Cause time is money |
| Money is time |
| And I got just enough time to say my rhymes |
| And connect each phrase, keep a crowd in amazement |
| I wear a suit to important engagements |
| Turn the whole house out, rock the old and the young |
| Record at Daily Planet and mix a Chung… King |
| And any song that you heard me sing |
| It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got swing |
| And it surprises me, I thought you knew |
| You don’t know who it is… GUESS? |
| WHO? |
| Movin' and groovin' to music that’s smoothin' |
| It’s been proven by us |
| Biters rust, girlies lust, rappers are crazy fussed |
| Mandatory, definite no question, a must |
| Keep goin’time, keeps goin', the truth is glowin' |
| Everybody knows inside |
| Who makes the world dance, world wide! |
| Do the Doug E. Fresh Groove or the James Brown Slide |
| Or the Benetton, we could go on and on |
| 'Till the song is gone or just groove off the 808 Bong |
| Or take it higher, inside fire, starts to perspire |
| There’s no time to tire |
| Or max |
| Try to relax |
| How could you whip me on the mike? |
| Chill Will and Barry Bee is on the wax |
| Cuttin' it up as sharp as an axe… Like this… |
| Lesson in dressin' some rappers be guessin' |
| Short changin' you, it’s so depressin' |
| Transgression, Hip Hop session |
| All we use is spirit, heart and a whole lot of flesh and bone |
| All rhymes my own |
| Kickin' it wicked on the microphone |
| Solo, hollow, Hip Hop desperato |
| Don’t play me homeboy, play Lotto |
| Keep the party flowin' as time pass by |
| And some ask the question, Why? |
| Will I do it, run right through it |
| Those that know me, they already knew |
| It was dope, before I did it |
| Left an impression, how can you forget it? |
| The Greatest Entertainer that’s my name-a |
| Flakin' and breakin' on the stage is my game |
| Rock the whole house 'til the party is through |
| I won’t ask who 'cause now you know who! |