Rebels Mentality - Eternal Love

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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 and hand, yo lock and load

This is the rebels mentality

Fight for freedom in my home

Don’t destroy my people and the babies getting grown

This is the rebels mentality

Morphing?

necklace around my neck and tomahawks in my hands

I calmly?

sang that when I’m speaking Korean

They give the hurt, when they’re tearing thru your skin

As if you’re a wall safe, and I’m breaking in

I’ll grab your mind and I take it, cold with spin?

Take you to the end of time just to re-begin

They look at me and say that I’m walking 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 explain it though

I can see thru the matrix and can re-arrange the code

So fuck what they doing out of Bohemian Groves

I’m like the full metal, I don’t need to use any circles

I’m a front line general, re-arranging the chemicals

In your city road, giving the third a bed of flow?

So you can open up your eyes

Or we can break the oppresion on you they hold

This is the rebels mentality, always in the zone

Ready to go hand and hand, yo lock and load

This is the rebels mentality

Fight for freedom in my home

Don’t destroy my people and the babies gettin' grown

This is the rebels mentality

Take it to a higher state, this is guerilla warfare, doing whatever it takes

This is the rebels mentality

Always raising the stakes, 'cause we’re always makin' moves to change this place

The rebels mentality

Fuck cops, go to war with police

And force them to eat their guns when their fortress is breached

Attacking like it’s Normady and we’re stormin' the beach

Afterwards Bolic’s going for the corporate elite

Kick the door with my feet 'till I break it in half

Lawn mower blades spinning for the snakes in the grass

40′s and 10′s, fuck the champagne in your glass

Son of a gun, pap’s told me aim and just blast

Ain’t chasing the cash and spitting vaginal raps

I just make songs based on actual facts

Tearing thru your flesh, where the fuck my cannibals at

Slaughter sheep with the wolves in this animals pact

Attacking the track, everytime I go in the booth

And inspiration when moral is getting low in the troops

Told the recruits, I would rather choke from a noose

Then accept being lied to, so I’m exposing the truth