Artist: Eternal Love f/ Diabolic Album: Guardians of the Earth Song: Rebels Mentality Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro: Eternal Love] Ha ha ha ha ha~! Eternal Love, Diabolic Third World Order, Rebel Army It's all mental This is the rebels mentality - always in the zone Ready to go hand to hand, yo lock and load This is the rebels mentality - fight for freedom in my home Do this for my people and the babies gettin grown This is the rebels mentality [Eternal Love] Morphing necklace around my neck and tomahawks in my hands A column sang that when I'm speakin, Korean They give the hurt, when they're tearin, through your skin As if you're a wall safe, and I'm breakin in I'll grab your mind and I take it, mode will spin Take you to the end of time just to re-begin They look at me and say that I'm walkin in sin But I go to war so they don't have to and I fight to win I can see it and do it, but I can't explain it though I can see through the matrix and can re-arrange the code So fuck what they doin out of Bohemian Groves I'm like the +Full Metal+ I don't gotta use any circles I'm a front line general, re-arrangin the chemicals In your city bloke givin the third a better flow So you can open up your eyes or we can break the oppresion on you they hold [Chorus] This is the rebels mentality - always in the zone Ready to go hand to hand, yo lock and load This is the rebels mentality - fight for freedom in my home Do this for my people and the babies gettin grown This is the rebels mentality - take you to a higher state This is guerilla warfare, doing whatever it takes This is the rebels mentality - always raisin the stakes Cause we're always makin moves to change this place The rebels mentality [Diabolic] Fuck cops, go to war with police And force them to eat their guns when their fortress is breached Attackin like it's Normady and we're stormin the beach Afterwards 'Bolic's goin for the corporate elite Kick the door with my feet 'til I, break it in half Lawn mower blades spinnin for the snakes in the grass 40's and Timbs, fuck the champagne in your glass Son of a gun, pops told me aim and just blast Ain't chasing the cash and spittin vaginal raps I just make songs based on actual facts Tearing through your flesh, where the fuck my cannibals at~? Slaughter sheep with the wolves in this animals pact Attackin the track, every time I go in the booth An inspiration when moral is gettin low in the troops Told the recruits, I would rather choke from a noose than accept being lied to, so I'm exposin the truth [Chorus]