Zion I & The Grouch - Digital Dirt (Heroes in the City of Dope) + LYRICS video free download

Lyrics to Digital Dirt :

(Chorus)

None of this digital shit, I dont want it, I dont want it

I dont want to live with this, I dont want it, I dont 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, Ill hit you right back up

Electromagnetic waves got me jacked up

Cant think straight and my phone keep buzzin

The satellites aint right, its fuzzy my cousin

Ride around we go, Im so techno

I can download the globe in a second micro

Digital for real, she took a day half the pill

Now the babys 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, Im over stimulated

Theres 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)

(verse 2)

your cell phones causing you to drive like an ass

to me thats not a good reason to almost die in a crash

plus I used to have numbers stashed away in my brain

now its all so convenient, cant remember a thing

but you could take a picture trick, and view it like you got it

at some my space 5 mega pixels thats a lot fast

so youre a rapper or a model now

so I dont 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 interactions a bad recipe

youre 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 aint 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

(Im so high-tech)

Got the latest and the greatest

Once you outdated than you just cant fade us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, thats the tell-tale

sign of contentment

peace and enlightenment

Amp (?) cut that pro tunes (?) off, Im finished writing it