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