And You Thought That We Were Soft

[Verse 1: Mr. Hyde]
When I'm home, I find it hard to sleep
Because the bum MCs are always tryin' to peep
My hands so they can understand what makes me fly
I wish they'd get off the tip, of Mr. Hyde
I've been cold stompin' rappers like you for years
I've had the laughs and I've heard the tears
The last thing I need is criticism from you
You can't even comprehend the things I do
Now all you bum MCs, you've had your try
To rap better than the kids who wear suits and ties
We're the only MCs the world has ever seen
Who can go to the fever, and tap in on the green
Star status, at every show
While my bank account, just grows and grows
And if you want to see how def I can kick it
Stand in line and by a ticket

[Verse 2: Dr. Jeckyll]
Tipsters see me and I have to laugh
When they stop and ask me for my autograph
'Cause I'm the doctor, lovin' to operate
And I'm the man bum MCs love to hate
I'm smooth talkin, ducks start walkin'
When I'm in the spot, all the ladies are hawkin'
Me, and Mr. H-Y-D-E
And my band, Scratch on Galaxy
It's the three, that you paid to see
It's the kings of creativity
And there's GQ covers, for me and my brothers
Lookin' so fly just like no others
Could, and you know we're good
'Cause we're rockin' the mic like MCs should
To all the bum MCs, you know you're through
'Cause we make our livin' servin' suckers like you

[Chorus: Mr. Hyde & Dr. Jeckyll]
And it's a cold stompin', body shakin', earthquakin'
New York, uptown, hard core b-boy record
And you thought that we were soft
And you thought, and you thought
And you thought that we were soft
And you thought, and you thought
And you thought that we were soft

[Verse 3: Mr. Hyde]
You know a lot of MCs are on an ego trip
Huh, they think they're fly and they think they're hip
They think they're cool and that they can rock, hey
They think they got the girls, on their jock
They let it all go to their heads
And they got on a pair of cheap Pro Keds
Huh, they think they're fly and dress real neat
With a pair of pants from Delancey Street
But that's not my style, not at all
Yes spring, summer, winter and fall
When I get dressed I get real fly
You know why? I'm Mr. Hyde, from Jeckyll and Hyde
So don't you ever try, to dress like me
'Cause you'll be the wackest rapper there could ever be
And if I ever see you in a suit I wore
The whole world will know whose tip you're on

[Verse 4: Dr. Jeckyll]
I can't eat or walk down the street
Without the bum MCs just tryin' to compete
They always want to battle, there's always a war
And they always lose, 'cause I always score
Your sister, your father and even your brother
Our fans go as far back as your mother
You know, that you're on my jock
'Cause it's hard to try, to rock the doc
But I am the king, I am the ruler
I'm champagne, you're a Calvin Cooler
I should be on, an ego trip
'Cause I got so many ladies, on my tip
This is not Star Search, or amateur hour
You messin' with the doctor, you messin' with the power
When you see me in my jet black jammy
Think of the doctor, think of the Grammy's

[Chorus: Mr. Hyde & Dr. Jeckyll]
And it's a cold stompin', body shakin', earthquakin'
New York, uptown, hard core b-boy record
And you thought that we were soft, ha

[Verse 5: Mr. Hyde & Dr. Jeckyll]
Since he really doesn't have a chance to rock the mic
Let me explain what Galaxy is like
Well a lot of DJs can't understand
Why Scratch on Galaxy is cold the man
I'll explain it stupid, so even you'll know
Why he stomps you out at every show
He's not just a DJ, he's a musician
That's why you're no competition
Like a SST, he's faster than speed
That's the kind of DJ that we need
Makes time stand still, serves light in the night, huh
That's why brother, you can't fight
Hey, the feeling of envy, the kid is nice
You go buy a pizza 'cause you can't have a slice
He's the man, with the fast hands
And he's got more cuts than the beach got sand

[Chorus: Mr. Hyde & Dr. Jeckyll]
It's a cold stompin', body shakin', earthquakin'
New York, uptown, hard core b-boy record
And you thought that we were soft, ha
And you thought, and you thought
And you thought that we were soft, ha
And you thought, ha, and you thought, hey
And you thought that we were soft, ha
And you thought, ha, and you thought, hey
And you thought that we were soft, ha
And you thought, ha, and you thought, hey
And you thought that we were soft, ha
Soft, soft, soft, soft