Jay the Rumor:
I'm just a drip of energy that grows stronger in time,
but as time grows longer I feel not longer divine.
Divine to my physical presentation yo all my creations,
if I think for self I'll get shackled up in a station-
-ary cell, so being scary sales,
I knew this very well so go to hell with your fairy tales.
Alright my bad let me take that back real quick,
all these lies you sell us be breaking our backs and shit so.
In this lifetime of a world drown in plastic,
me and my Neighborhood Fellows be sewing up the fabrics.
No we aint no granny and fuck winning a grammy,
I just wanna make Music, Love, and Red eyes.
Set highs, set goals, get high, get those,
you know how it goes when you have no testicles.
To grab and just do what you want..
you know kid... cuz all you do is flaunt.


Chorus:
Hate turns to anger and anger is closed fists,
out comes the Energy, yo out comes the Energy.
Hate turns to anger and anger is closed fists,
out comes the Energy, yo out comes the Energy.
Hate turns to anger and anger is closed fists,
out comes the Energy, yo out comes the Energy.
Hate turns to anger and anger is closed fists,
yo..... Now out comes the Energy...


Skywalker Props:
I got a body and a soul and one of em is old,
but what is the result when were sold on doin what were
told huh? Aint nobody laugh they LOL in their lull,
hull of trepidation.
I already know where that track will take them,
Some may call it the devils playpen.
But hay man i don't even believe in satan,
I think its just one big great myth.
teaching everybody the path to greatness,
and thats exactly what this tape is.
My hand like Jackie Chan the drunken master,
star spavin double half baked jenkins.
White picket fences white sniffing peasants,
I try to be a light giving presence.
Cuz all i do is make music love and red eyes,
with this New Found Energy, New Found Energy.


Chorus:
Hate turns to anger and anger is closed fists,
out comes the Energy, yo out comes the Energy.
Hate turns to anger and anger is closed fists,
out comes the Energy, yo out comes the Energy.
Hate turns to anger and anger is closed fists,
out comes the Energy, yo out comes the Energy.
Hate turns to anger and anger is closed fists,
yo..... Now out comes the Energy...


Jay the Rumor:
Kinda like cells a Rumor's created naturally,
always lasting never ending so expect me coming.
Like the New World Disorder, unless I can stop it,
or build my own crew until the Neighborhoods the topic.
Negative energys in physical bodys,
walking around like people controlling the sheeple..
Like the masses of america concrete jungle syndrome,
stuck in your thoughts your own mind is your prison.
Now let loose take a second take two, but dont exceed,
I dont really care for what you want or what you need now..
Go find yourself a CD of the New Found Energy,
you dont have to pay me just play me and say were even.
I'm breathing in the body of a heathen,
I dont mean to knock religoun but it's some what mis-leading.
Two bars to go two Marlboros left,
do I smoke that shit and cause infection to my chest? Hell yes..


Chorus/Outro:
Hate turns to anger and anger is closed fists,
out comes the Energy, yo out comes the Energy.
Hate turns to anger and anger is closed fists,
out comes the Energy, yo out comes the Energy.
Hate turns to anger and anger is closed fists,
out comes the Energy, yo out comes the Energy.
Hate turns to anger and anger is closed fists,
out comes the Energy, yo out comes the Energy.
Out comes the Energy yo out comes the Energy,
yo there is was there it was....
Out comes the Energy yo out comes the energy,
yo there is was there it was...

(Claping/chanting)
Neighborhood Fellows!!!