| (All of this digital shit
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| I don’t want it
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| I don’t want it
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| I don’t wanna live like this
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| I don’t want it
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| I don’t want it)
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| Intel tel tel tel tel tel tel tel tel
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| Intel chip new processor, flip phone
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| Laptop cable optic link wi-fi zone
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| Instant message me
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| I’ll hit you right back up
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| Electro magnetic waves got me jacked up
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| Can’t think straight and my phone keep buzzin
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| This satellite ain’t right, it’s fuzzy my cousin
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| Round and round we go I’m so techno
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| I can download the globe in a second micro
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| Digital for real she took the day after pill
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| Now the babies gettin aborted
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| We sit back and chill on demand
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| Out of sync, life flash by
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| Sit and stand never think
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| Planet earth cry
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| Too satiated, I’m over stimulated
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| There’s too many times now the mind is deflated
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| Wanna feed the need, walk around like a mummy
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| They say my belly fully but my belly still hungry
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| Your cell phones causin you to drive like an ass
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| To me that’s not a good reason to almost die in a crash
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| Plus I used to have numbers stashed away in my brain
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| Now it’s all so convenient
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| Can’t remember a thing
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| But you could take a picture trick
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| And view it like you got it
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| So my space 5 mega pixels does a lot fast
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| So you’re a rapper or a model now
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| Well so I dont have the options
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| Stack up backup get your waddle down
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| Before you strut your stuff for the net to see
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| Lack of human interaction’s a bad recipe
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| You’re just a profile pics corrected doped out
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| On drugs in the food to keep you subdued
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| So there’s remedies like silicon extremeties
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| Virtual sex robotic pets ghost writers keep your pens at ease
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| When fools catch wind of these, brain freeze
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| Ain’t easy being analog whatever that means
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| The last poet said they had a god complex
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| Wanna be the architects of reality avexed
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| Billions on the space station in the projects
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| Baby mamas feed seeds from the welfare checks
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| On the internet children sit through the sex
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| FBI monitor, message intercept
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| I’m so high tech, got the latest and the greatest
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| Once you outdated then you just can’t fade us
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| Gotta get my botox weed and viagra
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| Just to get my rocks off what happened to my stamina
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| So artifical you can call me R2D2 see through silicon fool
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| So when you see us on our typewriters
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| Sending letters snail mail
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| Rubbin sticks for fire, covered wagons thats the tell tale
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| Sign of contentment peace and enlightenment
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| Cut that pro tunes off I’m finished writin it |