And You Thought That We Were Soft

Lyrics

[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