Depressive Tongue Posse - FUCK YOUR SMART PHONE lyrics

Don't got no phone on me, just got the chrome on me Put it to yo dome, homie, leave you an internet ghost only [Sharxxx] What's up with all of you on that throwback sh**, them old rap hits That nostalgia trip, but still gettin' stuck in the phone trap It's a monster, and growin' ma**ive, I won't be pa**ive ‘Til Apple off in that closed casket No pa**ion fo' dat sh** I'm trackin' on old-a** sh** I'm pa**in' a joint that's lit No ‘lectrical robo-stick I cannot get with the times, I'm, in 1995, dialin' the number to get online It's fine, cuz I'm still busy with victimless crimes, and keepin' myself out the limelight, shine Landline in every corner of my crack den, in working order Drugs from across of the border, Tracphone hoarder, shootin' at cops and reporters [Boy Froot] Up at the corner, talkin' on a pay phone Yo I got my water so that I can stay gone Walkin' through the desert, I don't need no cellphone Takin' every measure just to be left alone Pager on my hip and the blade in my hand Empty out the clip on the figures in the sand I think I'm seein' sh**, hallucinatin' Reptile b**h third eye illuminatin.' Yea it's Boy Froot, no phone in my pocket Break into ya home then I stuff you in a closet Too far gone, I ain't never gone stop it Talk to the chrome if you wanna f**in' gossip Yeah b**h, it's Depressive Tongue Posse…beeper on my hip, damn right we keep it flossy [Sharxxx] I'm jackin' techno-sh**, run for cover Skimask and a slugger, a mugger You a buster, thinkin' that you undercover But I'ma bust that phone one way or another Untraceable, faceless Data in my brain, b**h, never in a place where it can be erased, just Tryin' to stay elevated, if DTP don't make it, I'm jumpin' on the interstate naked [Boy Froot] f** a smart phone, I'ont need that sh** All my speakers blown, I'ont need no b**h Callin' up Sharxxx on the landline, runnin' thru the park wit a landmine I'm comin' to f** you up, pourin' lean in my cup f** an iPhone, b**h I don't want any more of that stuff All I roll is blunts, b**h we smoke a bunch It's the pale white witch, smoke pouring out my lungs [Sharxxx] I'm comin' up out of the time machine Embarra**ed by everything I been seein' What happened to havin' a life to lead? It's all on the web like a spider be Reality, or simulated fallacy, don't matter to me Cuz I will be stabbin' you IRL, if you be a busta n challenge me