| Gather around, gather around | 
| We are about to spark this potential energy | 
| And we gonna channel it to one source | 
| Because the energy can, and will be dictated | 
| In any direction, in any situation | 
| Any which way any one shall choose | 
| Right now since I’m the center of this energy | 
| I choose to make it positive energy | 
| And as for the negative energy | 
| I’m gonna overpower the negative energy | 
| Because I know it’s out there and it’s like a disease | 
| And see, once my light magnifies, the disease dies | 
| Ya understand once my light magnifies the disease dies | 
| The energy | 
| Yeah, disease can’t fight oxygen and light | 
| I box em in so tight, nowhere they gon' go | 
| And jiggawatts is low, they won’t know what hit em | 
| I warn em, then I let the energy submit em | 
| Police yourself, increase your wealth | 
| So you can live longer and stronger, for real doe | 
| I don’t know what you subject to | 
| But I suppose it, ain’t a bed of roses | 
| And neither is mine, so let the energy combine | 
| There’s strength in numbers, there’s no need to wonder | 
| Or slumber, or blunder | 
| From the Land Down Under the pipe storms drain | 
| Wouldn’t hurt so good but it’s, not pain | 
| I mean it hurts so good but it’s, not pain | 
| I said it hurts so good but it’s, not pain | 
| Just the electric charge comin from the mainframe | 
| And my main aim to dig through the dirt, stay alert | 
| Insert the power cord so my energy will work | 
| Pure energy spurts, sporadic, automatic | 
| Mathematic melodramatic -- acrobatic | 
| Diplomatic, charisssssmatic | 
| Even my static, asiatic | 
| Microphone fanatic 'Alone | 
| Blown in, in the whirlwind | 
| Eye of the storm, make the energy transform | 
| And convert, introvert turn extrovert | 
| Assert myself to eliminate the hurt |