Micro Chip

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      Greetings, earthlings!
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    D-d-d-don't l-l-l-let the computers destroy yuh life!
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    Careful of the games yuh play, with the modern technology, oh, oh, oh let mi tell yuh


[Chorus]
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In this new age, Babylon culture, don't worship technology and bow to confuters
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Cah the micro chip is gone chip and fail ya, and bring ya straight forward to creation
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In this new age, Babylon culture, don't worship technology and bow to computers
                B                    E                       C#m                 E
Cah the micro chip is gone chip and fail ya, and bring ya straight forward to creation


[Post-Chorus]
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And now we slowly depending on the ma-chin-ery
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Man make the machine and get trap inna it
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Slowly depending on the tech-no-logy
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Caught in the web and cyaan come outta it


[Verse 1]
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Inna 1999 unno deh ah fret and worry
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Wonder if the clock did ah go stop inna air
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Counting down the time, New Years Eve
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2000 come an gone an now yuh think tings sweet?
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Mind! You'll catch a virus on the internet!
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An be careful of di e-mails that yuh collec
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I see di whole world gone computer literate
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An to the birds an the bees them is illiterate


[Post-Chorus 2]
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You've got access to everything on the internet
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But experience, teach at wisdom comes from round yuh desk
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Cah the micro chip is gone chip and fail ya
               C#m                  E
And bring ya straight forward to creation


[Verse 2]
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Young Junior got a sad story
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Stayed awake late nights inna text glory
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Long letters, long lines, night after night
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Anticipated meet ah blind date Stacy
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Full of anxiety and butterflies in belly
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He wanted to make a first impression an real memory
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So the morning of the date, that man rise early
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Got to get ah prepared, lookin fashion ready
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But when im meet Stacy, im almost go crazy
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Couldn't believe what his eyes did ah take plac-e
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Oh all the e-mails! She was a he-male
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An juss a disguise online, what a shame ol' chile


[Chorus]
         B                E                          C#m                  E
In this new age, Babylon culture, don't worship technology and bow to confuters
                B                    E                       C#m                 E
Cah the micro chip is gone chip and fail ya, and bring ya straight forward to creation
         B                E                          C#m                  E
In this new age, Babylon culture, don't worship technology and bow to computers
                B                    E                       C#m                 E
Cah the micro chip is gone chip and fail ya, and bring ya straight forward to creation


[Post-Chorus]
  B                      E
Slowly depending on the ma-chin-ery
 A                             E
Man make the machine and get trap inna it
  B                      E
Slowly depending on the tech-no-logy
 A             E/G#          B
Caught in the web and cyaan come outta it


[Verse 3]
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Now let manual days be a thing of the past
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Yuh clock in and yuh clock out, clock wise and clock cross
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Site mah bredren weh yuh farm, ask im 'Whappn to di grass?'
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Im seh 'Yuh nah see everyting gone digital boss?'
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And too much digital head ache, critical physical loss
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Slowly yuh gettin lazy an yuh don't know the half
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What ah day when yuh dead, that bases dem crash
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An everyting come to ah stop-p-p-p