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 MB, scratch the record for old times sake.



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 got to call MB

He wasn't home so I gave him a beep, 

But his pager was blown so I thought I'm on my own

I gotta 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=MC, then where the f- you fitting 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 (…-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 payed 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.



‘Cause I hate cd's, cd-records are fake,

where the fuck'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 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 Queberk

scratching the record until the needles jerk

Cool hurt, Red alert, and Grand-master flash

Dj Evil beat Clark Kent and Dj Scratch

Or from the east rocking jams with their hands

Can't forget about Crush and Handa from Japan

And Africa Bambada down since it started

The X-men rocking take some block-hardies

some of the hardest Pro-man kick Capree 

Mark the 45 can't be rocking…. (can't tell)

Chuck, chill out, in Sweden sounds DJ Sleepy, 

but nr one for me is DJ MB



-‘Cause he hates cd's, cd-records are fake,

where the fuck's the DJ's gonna catch the break?

Only vinyl can make my rear shake,

yo scratch the record for old times sake.