Micro Chip - Tarrus Riley

Greetings earthlings
D-d-d-dont l-l-l-let the computers destroy your life
Carful of the games you play
With the mordern technology
OH oh oh let me tell you
In this new age
Babylon culture don't worship technology and bow to confuters
Cuz the micro chip is gone chip and fail ya
And bring ya straight forward to creation
In this new age
Babylon culture don't worship technology and bow to computers
Cuz the micro chip is gone chip and fail ya
And bring ya straight forward to creation
And now we slowly depending on the ma-chin-ery
Man make the machine and get trap inna it
Slowly depending on the tech-no-logy
Caught in the web and cyaan come outta it
Inna 1999 unno deh ah fret and worry
Wonder if the clock did ah go stop in the air
Counting down the time
New Years Eve 2000 come and gone and now yuh think tings sweet
MINDDD You'll catch a virus on the internet
And be careful of the e-mails that you collect
I see the whole world gone computer literate
And to the birds and the bees them is illiterate
You've got access to everything on the internet
But experience teach at wisdom comes from round yuh desk
Cuz the micro chip is gone chip and fail ya
And bring ya straight forward to creation
Young Junior got a sad story
Stayed awake late nights inna text glory
Long letters long lines night after night
Anticipated meet ah blind date Stacy
Full of anxiety and butterflies in belly
He wanted to make a first impression and real memory
So the morning of the date that boy nuh rise early
Got to get ah prepared looking fashion ready
But when he meet Stacy him almost go crazy
Couldn't believe what his eyes did ah take plac-e
OH all the emails
She was a he-male
And juss a disguise online what a shame ole chile
New age Babylon culture don't worship technology and bow to confuters
Cuz the micro chip is gone chip and fail ya
And bring ya straight forward ah creation
In this new age
Babylon culture don't worship technology and bow to computers
Cuz the micro chip is gone chip and fail ya
And bring ya straight forward to creation
Slowly depending on the ma-chin-ery
Man make the machine and get trap inna it
Slowly depending on dem tech-no-logy
Caught in the web and cyaan come outta it
Now let manual days be a thing of the past
Yuh clock in and yuh clock out clock wise and clock cross
Site mah bredren way at farm ask him wha happen to di grass
Him sey Yuh nah see everyting gone digital boss
And too much digital head ache critical physical loss
Slowly yuh getting lazy and yuh don't know the half
What ah day when yuh dead that bases dem crash
And everyting come to ah stop-p-p-ppp