Cortney performed this rap at a Shell gas station rally for clean air, drinkable water, and fertile land.  We were approaching the gas station as "a symbol of a destructive system that has to be fundamentally changed" (as we said in the action call-out).

After that protest, we made this rap recording in a nearby park.

Here are the lyrics (with a few extra web links):

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Thanks for all coming out to the pumps to party today,
We’ve so much to celebrate, so much more than I convey
Riding here with the wind in our face, feeling of flying, 
Revel in not supporting torture and Iraqis’ dying. 
Smiling, because its great fossils don’t fuel our rides
Drivers must be jealous we’re outside and got killer thighs. 
We’re partying because we realize the need for clean air, 
Fertile land and drinkable water if we want a future to share. 

So, all the freaks on concrete where there should be soil, 
Raise your fists and yell, bikes not oil! 

We don’t want to poison people or displace them from their land
We don’t want to excavate earth to pollute water with tar sand, 
The destructive mega-project funded by RBC
The financer of death affecting the Athabasca Cree 
Know, the problem isn’t just in the Gulf with BP
It’s happening in your backyard, in Sarnia and B.C. 
Let’s party harder to make Enbridge take responsibility 
We’re partying for our lives, all right? I’m tired of saying please. 

All the freaks on concrete where there should be soil, 
Raise your fists and yell, bikes not oil! 
Now, let’s really see how loud this community can be. 
All the freaks on concrete where there should be soil, 
Raise your fists and yell, bikes not oil! 

We’re a grassroots movement, helping to end the climate crisis 
Corporate control of resources needs to melt like glacier ice is. 
Shell needs to get the hell out of Nigeria, extraction needs to stop 
Some of the people there they poison have never consumed oil, not a drop. 

All the freaks on concrete where there should be soil, 
Raise your fists and yell, I’m not addicted to oil! 
I’m not addicted to oil, we’re not addicted to oil, 
All us freaks on concrete where there should be soil, 
Pump your fists and yell, bikes not oil! 
Bikes not oil!