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The Cuf - Computer Love lyrics
(Pete): The world's at the tip of your touch So clutch that mouse in from your home Roaming alone, just you and your portable phone Can surf the world of mass production, it's like seduction Being enticed by flashy lights and a thousand and one functions And that something? To drive a disk that won't miss With precise right info Sports, or news reports, or chat with an overseas nympho Advanced technology means progressed ecology (it ain't crack) Fools is hooked on IBM, AT&T and it's cool It all happened sitting at a desk, and I'll bet The freaks won't come out at night, they too busy workin' the internet For real, might as well pay Packard Bell Too many crosswires, frequently your frequency's a living hell In a nutshell, the ways of pushing buttons came far Got computers warning me, ‘don't get to close to that car' Computers asking ‘leave a message, cuz nobody's at home' Computers sequencing beats, so we can grab the microphone So plug in, information dumping past human assumption But I mean, man made machine, that should tell you something Pumping computerized versus manual health People outta work, families hurt after cards is dealt And like I said, you can keep in tune from your living room Satellite scatter, big brother, ear hustles, chitter chatter Chorus: Shooby doo wop, shoo doo bop...I wanna love you In a nutshell, the ways of pushing button came far (Computerized....I wanna love you) Got computers warning me, ‘don't get to close to this car' (Compterized...I wanna love you) Computers asking ‘leave a message, cuz nobody's at home' (Computerized...I wanna love you) Computers sequencing beats so I can rock the microphone (Computerized...I wanna love you) (N8 The Gr8): Caught up in this worldwide web; user friendly E-mail me, I check ‘em on the daily My connections, verifications with other nations In certain sections, evaluations by quotations Yahoo! Ride ‘em now boy, clear your cache Doing two hundred and eighty three styles per hour Down the information highway Central location sideways Navigating, escape for the internet mindwaves Browsing, over a thousand heads I could be housin' Corrupted styles, stackin' up micro files Mental drug entail, expirimental thugs could sell Think straight, passwords, over bills, Monopoly game and go to jail No unread messages, yes I guess it is Nobody beats the music biz, like them indie kids Illegal operation, system crash Drive hard like C's and my colon backslash Spin your address cuz I hack fast jackass Always hot box, windows up, skip the skat past The motherboard fingerbanger Angered Americans online, wrong time, right place Resignated to the second chamber ????? save as filename Style game retreat, no escape, Alt/Ctrl/Delete CHORUS (Crush): IBM-ARC at the party to start to spark We hardly impart all emcees that were ripped apart Try to focus on providing for the future Enter your brain, then re-boot ‘cha Get rid of what pollutes ya, troubleshoot ya Just to let you know what you should change What's going wrong, also what you need to rearrange And download it in a dumpster, trash it Don't ask, it's something that we do, and never present it with wackness Attack this track like a virus through ya back It's not strong enough to combat this The fact is your sloppy and your lip's floppy You see me doin' things, knowin' ain't a human being can stop me Poetry programmer and thought technician Making people wanna listen without commercial intermission Hip-hop is my plight, that's why I write To minimize manipulation of megabytes Then let you in my memory bank If you remember when rank first to disperse with a verse We stemming from the dirt Skipped earth and hit space (what?) Moved the paddle right You see, we came to keep it bouncin' like a satellite And after that, look, get caught up on a hook Better yet, you can catch a lot more in a net So DJ's, B-Boys, and all microphonists You need to respect more collectors of components |
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