Looptroop - Militant Vinylists Lyrics
I hate cd's, cd-records are fake,where the ***** the DJ's gonna catch the break?Only vinyl can make my rear shake,yo MB, scratch the record for old times sake.I was shopping my demo at this record-companyThey thought it sounded cool and said let's make a CDI said, wait a minute, you mean LPHe said, no we stopped making those in '93I said, what, but what about the DBefore I got to say the J I was kicked out on the street,Stood to my feet, and thought, this is a conspiracy,To shut down real hip hop, I got to call MBHe wasn't home so I gave him a beep,But his pager was blown so I thought I'm on my ownI gotta fix one alone, I thought when I got home,Grabbed my megaphone and went out, agitatingBut nobody reacted so I went home, contemplatingForever tryin' to solve this impossible equationIf DJ+LP+MIC=MC, then where the f- you fitting cd? Nowhere.So I just stopped in army-gear, I put on shades and I dyed my hairI got my razor-blade teeth and strangling shoe-laces,Gas-mask and explosive suitcasesReady to go to war on the record-storeSellin cd's; Im gonna smash the door,Light up the (-*****tail) - boom!You had compact-disks on sale, is what Im gonna sayIf the cops come take me away.But no way, I leave the suite without a traceChange my garment like a dreadlock Clark Kent,Without a phone-booth, cause I aint payed the rentNext day newspapers headlines will read:'The militant vinyl-terrorist Newbie'And me on a picture dressed up in camouflage,Ice-hockey-mask covered beard and moustacheI slash the kind of person with a hockey stick,told them to stop to selling the compact-disk.Cause I hate cd's, cd-records are fake,where the *****'s the DJ's gonna catch the break?Only vinyl can make my rear shake,yo MB, scratch the record for old times sake.The hip hop-DJ is an endangered speciesBecoming extinct because of the CDAnd without the DJ, there would never had been hip hopBut now on every block I see a cd-shopSo how ya think hip hop had a chance to begin,If the people in New York had no records to spin?Back and forth, forth and back like flashThats why I have to do these nightly attacksTo preserve the wax and exterminate the compact-diskCause this has become a hazardous health-riskSo peace the DJs spinnage and DJ-Bloke from SwedenAnd all DJs all around the globeFrom the west the Scratch-pickles and DJ Queberkscratching the record until the needles jerkCool hurt, Red alert, and Grand-master flashDj Evil beat Clark Kent and Dj ScratchOr from the east rocking jams with their handsCant forget about Crush and Handa from JapanAnd Africa Bambada down since it startedThe X-men rocking take some block-hardiessome of the hardest Pro-man kick CapreeMark the 45 cant be rocking. (cant tell)Chuck, chill out, in Sweden sounds DJ Sleepy,but nr one for me is DJ MB-Cause he hates cds, cd-records are fake,where the *****'s the DJ's gonna catch the break?Only vinyl can make my rear shake,yo scratch the record for old times sake.
