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Micro Chip lyrics with English Translations
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 computers And bring ya straight forward to creation In this new age, Babylon culture Don't worship technology and bow to computers And bring ya straight forward to creation
And now we slowly depending on the machinery Man make the machine and get trap inna it Slowly depending on the technology 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? Mind! 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 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 e-mails! She was a he-male. And jus' a disguise online, what a shame ole chile.
New age, Babylon culture Don't worship technology and bow to confuters And bring ya straight forward ah creation In this new age, Babylon culture Don't worship technology and bow to computers And bring ya straight forward to creation
And now we slowly depending on the machinery Man make the machine and get trap inna it Slowly depending on the technology 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
In this new age, Babylon culture Don't worship technology and bow to computers And bring ya straight forward to creation In this new age, Babylon culture Don't worship technology and bow to computers And bring ya straight forward to creation
And now we slowly depending on the machinery Man make the machine and get trap inna it Slowly depending on the technology 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? Mind! 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 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 e-mails! She was a he-male. And jus' a disguise online, what a shame ole chile.
New age, Babylon culture Don't worship technology and bow to confuters And bring ya straight forward ah creation In this new age, Babylon culture Don't worship technology and bow to computers And bring ya straight forward to creation
And now we slowly depending on the machinery Man make the machine and get trap inna it Slowly depending on the technology 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
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