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(Chorus) None of this digital shit, I don't want it, I don't want it I don't want to live with this, I don't want it, I don't want it (verse 1) yea, eh In-tel-tel-tel-tel-tel-tel... Intel chip, new processor, flip-phone Laptop, cable optic link (?), wi-fi zone Instant message me, I'll hit you right back up Electromagnetic waves got me jacked up Can't think straight and my phone keep buzzin The satellites ain't right, it's fuzzy my cousin Ride around we go, I'm so techno I can download the globe in a second micro Digital for real, she took a day half the pill Now the baby's get aborted we sit back and chill On your man, out of sync, life flash by See me stand up and think, planet earth cry Too satiated, I'm over stimulated There's too many times now the mind is deflated Wanna feed the need, walk around like a mummy They say my belly full but my belly still hungry (Chorus) Letras de canciones(verse 2) your cell phone's causing you to drive like an ass to me that's not a good reason to almost die in a crash plus I used to have numbers stashed away in my brain now it's all so convenient, can't remember a thing but you could take a picture trick, and view it like you got it at some my space 5 mega pixels that's a lot fast so you're a rapper or a model now so I don't have the options, stack up, back up get your bottle (?) down, down ,down, down before you strut your stuff for the net to see lack of human interaction's a bad recipe you're just a profile, glitch corrected (?), doped out on drugs and the food they keep you subdued so theres remedies like silicon extremities virtual sex, robotic pets, ghost writers keep your pens at ease when fools catch wind of these, brain freeze, it ain't easy being analog whatever that means (chorus) (verse 3) The last poet said they had a god complex Wanna be the architects of reality avexed (?) Billions on a space station in the projects Baby Mamas feed seeds from their welfare checks On the internet, children sit through the sex FBI monitor, message intercept (I'm so high-tech) Got the latest and the greatest Once you outdated than you just can't fade us Gotta get my botox, weed (?) and viagara Just to get my rocks off, what happened to my stamina So artificial you can call me R2 D2, see-through, silicon fool So when you see us on our typewriters, sending letters snail-mail Rubbing sticks for fire, covered wagons, that's the tell-tale sign of contentment peace and enlightenment Amp (?) cut that pro tunes (?) off, I'm finished writing it (Thanks to Nick for these lyrics) From Letras Mania