A Bb B
Greetings, earthlings!
A Bb B
D-d-d-don't l-l-l-let the computers destroy yuh life!
A Bb B A Bb B
Careful of the games yuh play, with the modern technology, oh, oh, oh let mi tell yuh
[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
And now we 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 1]
B E
Inna 1999 unno deh ah fret and worry
A E
Wonder if the clock did ah go stop inna air
B E
Counting down the time, New Years Eve
A E/G# B
2000 come an gone an now yuh think tings sweet?
B E
Mind! You'll catch a virus on the internet!
C#m E
An be careful of di e-mails that yuh collec
B E
I see di whole world gone computer literate
C#m E
An to the birds an the bees them is illiterate
[Post-Chorus 2]
B E
You've got access to everything on the internet
C#m E
But experience, teach at wisdom comes from round yuh desk
B E
Cah the micro chip is gone chip and fail ya
C#m E
And bring ya straight forward to creation
[Verse 2]
B E
Young Junior got a sad story
A E
Stayed awake late nights inna text glory
B E
Long letters, long lines, night after night
A E/G# B
Anticipated meet ah blind date Stacy
B E
Full of anxiety and butterflies in belly
A E
He wanted to make a first impression an real memory
B E
So the morning of the date, that man rise early
A E/G# B
Got to get ah prepared, lookin fashion ready
B E
But when im meet Stacy, im almost go crazy
A E
Couldn't believe what his eyes did ah take plac-e
B E
Oh all the e-mails! She was a he-male
A F#m B
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]
B E
Now let manual days be a thing of the past
A E
Yuh clock in and yuh clock out, clock wise and clock cross
B E
Site mah bredren weh yuh farm, ask im 'Whappn to di grass?'
A E/G# B
Im seh 'Yuh nah see everyting gone digital boss?'
B E
And too much digital head ache, critical physical loss
A E
Slowly yuh gettin lazy an yuh don't know the half
B E
What ah day when yuh dead, that bases dem crash
A E/G# B
An everyting come to ah stop-p-p-p
