Loop Troop - Militant Vinylist [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
I hate CD's, CD records are fake
Where the fuck the DJ's gonna catch the break?
Only vinyl can make my rear shake
Yo Embee, scratch the record for old times sake

[Verse 1]
I was shopping my demo at this record-company
They thought it sounded cool and said “let's make a CD”
I said, wait a minute, you mean LP
He said, no we stopped making those in '93
I said, what, but what about the D?
Before 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 gots to call Embee
He wasn't home so I gave him a beep
But his pager was blown so I thought I'm on my own
I got to fix one alone, I thought when I got home
Grabbed my megaphone and went out, agitating
But nobody reacted so I went home, contemplating
Forever tryin' to solve this impossible equation
If DJ + LP + MIC equals MC, then where the F you fit in CD? Nowhere
So I just stopped in army-gear, I put on shades and I dyed my hair
I got my razor-blade teeth and strangling shoe-laces
Gas-mask and explosive suitcases
Ready to go to war on the record-store
Sellin cd's, I’m gonna smash the door
Light up the Molotov-cocktail - boom!
‘You had compact-disks on sale’, is what I’m gonna say
If the cops come take me away
But no way, I leave the suite without a trace
Change my garment like a dreadlock Clark Kent
Without a phone-booth, ‘cause I ain’t paid the rent
Next 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 moustache
I slash the kind of person with a hockey stick
Told them to stop to selling the compact-disk

[Hook]

{* Embee scratching *}

The hip hop-DJ is an endangered species
Becoming extinct because of the CD
And without the DJ, there would never had been hip hop
But now on every block I see a cd-shop
So 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 Flash
That’s why I have to do these nightly attacks
To preserve the wax and exterminate the compact-disk
‘Cause this has become a hazardous health-risk
So peace the DJ’s spinnage and DJ-Bloke from Sweden
And all DJ’s all around the globe
From the west the Scratch-pickles and DJ QBert
Scratching the record until the needles jerk
Kool Herc, Red Alert, and Grandmaster Flash
Dj Evil Beat, Clark Kent and Dj Scratch
Or from the east rocking jams with their hands
Can’t forget about Crush and Honda from Japan
And Afrika Bambaataa down since it started
The X-men rocking tapes on block parties
Some of the hardest: Premier and Kid Capri
Mark the 45 king be rocking cool beat
Chuck, chill out, in Sweden sounds DJ Sleepy
But nr one for me is DJ Embee

[Hook]