Tarrus Riley - Micro Chip lyrics

Greetings earthlings! d-d-d don't
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
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