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Remember, remember the fifth of November. But moreover, love one another regardless. Thanks for the support, and thanks for making this world beautiful.

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Thin Product Shun 2014.
All rights to music and lyrics reserved.

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released November 5, 2014

Lyrics by Prof. and A Vast Grey Nil, respectively.
Instrumentals produced by Grant Livesay.
Engineered, mixed, and mastered by Grant Livesay at The Gales House.
Cover art designed by Emily Boozalis. (Check out her other work here: emilyboozalisart.weebly.com )

Track 1 contains a sample from the 1995 film "Se7en". All copyrights to that sample belong to their respective owners. Due to the inclusion of the sample, this split is and will remain completely free of charge.

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Track Name: Prof. and A Vast Grey Nil - Admission Fee
lip service to the face
by the grace of the black and gold,
cans of mace, rusted chains for untouchables
tickets must be sold
tickets must be sold
tickets must be sold

[prof.] the privileged call a party
putting perspective aside
already primed for the masses
of costumed thugs to arrive
and by thugs I mean the people
who haven’t worked a day in their life
to fight a system of oppression
racial tension and strife

[avgn] aight, inattentive and ripe for a rapture
where slaves are no longer caged
but these knaves are still their masters
bravest of facebook crusaders
buzzfeed buzzards bloodsucking
media carrion as internet saviors

[prof.] they yik and they yak, yak and they yik
talk back until they drown in their own filth sick
flak never taken leaves no room in the womb
pampered little children making millions off your tomb

[avgn] boom went the bomb of the song
and long live the dead so we can bed credit cards
lay to rest the impoverished in the red with their credit scores
while the fed roars, “what’s heaven to a whore?”

lip service to the face
by the grace of the black and gold,
cans of mace, rusted chains for untouchables
tickets must be sold
tickets must be sold
tickets must be sold

[avgn] not to convolute the strife of a prostitute
when hell is the route providing solace for you,
(sold!) we’ll sell your story on lcd screens
from pornhub to college campuses

[prof.] this place is separate but equal from everything i’ve heard
and those in charge of the flock have lost track of the herd,
or maybe they just never cared, whisper, "mum is the word,"
about things that upset donors, man that shit is absurd

[avgn] and incurs quite a wrath
our ivory-tusked tower tongues all but quiet
and as the rabble babble baffles the very battle itself
we simply suffer four years before shepherding them out

[prof.] there’s a party going down at the barn
better bring the whole damn force and roll up on the lawn
pack the pepper spray and the tasers too
for university kids who don’t look like you

lip service to the face
by the grace of the black and gold,
cans of mace, rusted chains for untouchables
tickets must be sold
tickets must be sold
tickets must be sold
Track Name: A Vast Grey Nil - Social Media, Or I'm Neither An Artist Nor An Activist, Or We All Have Names And His Is Michael Brown
fresh back into the darkness
barking off a day old starbucks coffee
lost me at the cost of kamikaze
'cause he cursed at the cure so the few’d accrue a few
coughing lewd on their balconies
balk loudly and like another facebook post
for the dead, done, dry, and the doped
formaldehyde in the juice and all of you care
so we can all share some eight dollars shares
shit, that’s more than an hour for most
and dammit here i am all political
so while i’m at it, grab up some kerosene
'cause we can’t seem stifle these fires without gasoline
or read a book sans a bag of amphetamines
call ‘em fags, don’t let ‘em get married
an unborn life is still a life
mother the victim of rape, under-aged or otherwise...

so shoot the cop that shot the kid
but no more lethal injection
we can’t get over racism
this is two-thousand and fourteen
don’t pump water to their houses
budget for oil crisis
everybody be a feminist
this is two-thousand and fourteen
rest in peace robin williams
but no peace for iran
shit, iraq, you know what I meant
the american way, uneducated
speak before you think
no filtering
guilty until proven innocent
don’t resist abusive husband
or twenty years imprisonment then
orphanage for children
this is two-thousand and fourteen
sex slaves, prostitutes, and pimps
world-wide drug trade: billions
order over internet
this is two-thousand and fourteen
twitter, vine and instagram
snapchat, badoo, bang with friends,
soundcloud, skype, bit coin webcams
this is two-thousand and fourteen
speak before you think
no filtering
guilty until proven innocent...

in their air space get shot down
go to school and get shot down
come out hands up get shot down
shoot until we’re underground
hate me and i’ll shoot you down
love me and i’ll shoot you down
trust me and i’ll shoot you down
shoot me: i’m underground.