here is a great anti-vivsection rhyme by TyleR
Click Boom Thud, your CEO is pumping blood
white knuckles and vegan veins in my eyes
break-action double barrel--your bunny or your lives!
black scarves and C4 plastique
an antique
detonator
caged parakeet
liberator
I dance down the shadows
right behind you at night
45 links of chain are ready to fight,
my hand across your mouth and my knife on your throat
too late, should have read the graffiti we wrote!
CLACK CLACK BRAKA KA KA KA CLACKx15
*AK-47 unloading a double-taped banana clip into a suit and tie*
this isn't about fancy pamphlets like our website,
there are thousands of eyes,
potato in your pipe,
bloody profits for the rich and white,
your capitalist curiousity killed the cat,
you'll MEAT your maker when i squeeze the trigger on my gat,
everybody,
howl at the moon,
our gunshots will be the tempo,
your bloody screams will be our toon,
we'll nab your kids cuz they think we're cool,
we'll show them what daddy does when they're sitting in school
you'll wish you were dead when they remember you taught them the golden rule
listen up CEO's and board of trustees
prepare to face the furious ROAR OF CRUSTEES
slink into your ventilation, it's too late now,
drip a bead of Ricin down a string and into your mouth!
you've been sentenced to death by the forces of nature
you've stolen mother earth and tried to cage her
welcome to our courtroom--we're skipping the trial
24 holes pumping a puddle of blood and bile,
go ahead, you can reflect on what you did wrong
when we leapt from the dumpster--gunned down by the Vegan Veit Cong!!
gunned down by the Vegan Veit Cong!!
gunned down by the Vegan Veit Cong!!
we're pissed and scared, you wont live long
gunned down by the Vegan Veit Cong!!
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put down the bong and pick up the boltcutters
stop shooting dope and start shooting hunters
the animals need an army, let my words be a recruiter
get in the streets and off your computer!
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Foeknawledge (his s**t is tight)
Speaking to the people, not to get on pop charts.
Half of these rappers wacker than Wal-Mart...
Spitin' game at the ladies but they're not my property.
Exploiting women was a lie that bothered me.
I love sex it's a God given gift,
But not to be abused, 'cause Karma's a...
Listening to Hardcore at 24 saved me,
from me own greed, my own lust, now I bust:
flows for those who don't have choices.
My voice is a cry for those without voices:
tortured animals in lab experiments,
cut-up at the bottom of these corporate pyramids.
So all my people let me know if you feeling this!
X'up a fist if your spirit is into this!
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i rock a hard mic
but you know it's "aight"
cause fo'sure im down
with the crimethinc'n underground
this is the street sound
from the world round
pound by pound
we're bringin' 'em down!
tearin up their roads
and planting the seeds
hunting down the pigs
who're cutting down the trees
and im doing my part
sharin the load
we can all start
by taking on back the modes
of production
stop consuming
the destruction
of only home
grindin down the bones
of the peoples people
so we better forget the po'ms
and take it to the street
where we know it belongs
callin' Class War!
yeah it wont last long
they may got a gun
but jimmy's got one
and i know the block
better than the cop
i got the glock
aint never gunna stop
til the streets run red
or until they cant ignore us
then we run for the hills
take back the forests
it's my souls home
there with the trees
just you and me
and the birds and the bees
start a little army
start a new life
away from the pain
and away from the strife
of living in a world
without a real soul
and if it did have one
it's certain gone foul
through the muck and the mire
the roads and barbed wire
the bricks and the glass
they can all kiss my a**
its going down tonight
and im out in the streets
where the sounds of change
sound hot and sweet.
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A ryme by HoldXfast
just finished watchin' fight club
brad pitt's my mutha ********' hero
now im out ta make some soap
and begin to actualize ground zero
im rollin with space monkeys
in a brand new stolen benz
we're heading down to star bux
and we're gonna bust some headz
we're no longer just smokin' grass
now takin names and kickin a**
creatin' a free society
no hierarchy, no class
you betta believe us when we tell ya
that this ain't no ********' joke
cuz i was talkin' to ted kazynski
and now im out to kill tha pope
a copy of days of war in my back pocket
emma goldman in my heart locket
no longer a cog in this megamachine
im a ********' rebel not a sprocket
now the beorgousie boots are shakin'
cuz them tv dinners we forsake
and when the hour hand strikes twelve
we'll leave a new world in our wake
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