Micro Chip - Tarrus Riley

GREETINGS EARTHLINGS!!!

D-D-D-DONT L-L-L-LET THE COMPUTERS DESTROY YUH LIFE!

CAREFUL OF THE GAMES YUH PLAY, WITH THE MODERN TECHNOLOGY

OH, OH,.OH LET ME TELL YUH

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, dont 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 dont know the half

What ah day when yuh dead, that bases dem crash

And everyting come to ah stop-p-p-ppp