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Produced by Lingo.

Grind Mode Cypher - MULA (Vid @ http://bit.ly/1lRNtGD)

Grieves - If Luck was a Lady

Grieves- Scar gardens off the album Irreversible 

Grieves- Scar Gardens

prod by antonio ( www.soundcloud.com/xantonio )

Bones - HDMI (Prod. by Antonio)

Dynospectrum "Industrial Warfare" [Produced By ANT]

"Industrial Warfare" was featured on "Industrial Warfare", the 6th Headshots Tape released in 1998.

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Dynospectrum - Industrial Warfare (1998)

Instrumental is 'Breath of Fresh Air', produced by Anthony Davis (Ant), off Dynospectrum's "The Dynospectrum" album.

LYRICS:
I'm the dude, but hold your piss;
a smooth-lipped, lewd Lebowski.
Fuck with the wrong sleuth, 
I'll bruise that screw-loose, boozy mouthpiece.
As catchy as a virus,  as deadly as a pistol;
I'll stray off path and slang dismissal by the fuckin' fistful.
A mouthful of missiles and a satchel full of swagger;
dizzy dippin', stabbed them dimples with an ancient, 
mangled dagger.
I'm going ape shit on that '98 shit;
back before inflation had gagged the entire nation,
when not every situation was plagued by a lack of patience
and most folks could actually hold a conversation.
Got caught staring…
"Shit girl, shoot me!
It ain't my fuckin' fault you look that good in a 2-piece."
She laughed and asked if I'd like to smash in the backseat.
"No need to even ask me, with an ass that sassy."
Gorgeous face, two sleeves and a backpiece;
a rabid mad hatter grinning, scratching at his acne.
Morbid? Dark? Sure, but oh so illustrative.
She tells that she fell just barely short of sedated. 
The illest native, sip the nausea and it's mosh pit -
a toxic gin and tonic on the rocks, 
splashed with odds and gobbled on tonsil gossip -
just hum to myself, 
keep my hands and jaw in both my pockets.
I'm grippin' rockets, in the Complex with immodest.
Kill your Oddjob six shades of dead,
now tell me who's the hottest.
Let's be honest, with enough room to unleash,
I'll have you cowered in the corner like a fuckin' pussy. 
Cunt, please.


And let them dames know I flamethrow in plain clothes.


Flamethrow (Dynospectrum - Breath of Fresh Air)

Prod. by Cat Soup

download: http://tinyurl.com/bones-powder  

Bones - ThisPartyReallyDied (Prod. by Cat Soup)

Terminate Damnation

One Man Parade

Holy War

The Family Sign

Millennium Dodo

Millennium Dodo 2

To All My Friends, Blood Makes The Blade Holy: The Atmosphere EPs

The Best Day

To All My Friends, Blood Makes The Blade Holy:  The Atmosphere EP's

The Number None

By The Throat

Spin Cycle

Hay Fever

The Dyno Spectrum

You Can Lose Your Mind

Windows

Windows (feat. Prof)

The Dynospectrum - Fuck The Bullshit

The Green CD/DVD Disc 1

NonPhixion

http://www.teamsesh.com/bonespaidprogramming2.zip

PaidProgramming2

Bones - BlackMold (Prod. by Fleece)

Bones - TheCurseOfTheGhost (Prod. by Koursky Lion)

Bones - Biodegradable (Prod. by Spacedtime)

Sean Likes Ugly Girls - Disc 3

Snuggle (ft. The Dynospectrum)

Lightningwordzone feat dynospectrum - hornessingdarkness

A new track from Grieves & Budo, along with their friends Grynch and Krukid.

Grieves - 3 Bad Men (feat. Grynch, Krukid, prod. Budo)

From the "A Healthy Distrust" album, available on CD at: www.tinyurl.com/AHealthyDistrust
Also available on iTunes at http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/a-healthy-distrust/id271950224
Beat produced by Varick Pyr. Lyrics and vocals by Sage Francis.
www.SageFrancis.net
LYRICS:
"I want you to be happy. And um...that's like really what it comes down to. As one of my good friends in this world.
Um, I mean I hope that whatever happens that you
will be like...real happy. Not some sort of fake, 'settling' happy. You know? Huh."
Maze broken,
She’s runnin’,
Feet swollen,
He’s comin’,
Cheese stolen,
And before he even knows it she’s gone.
Tea cups sittin’ on the hollow tree stumps.
He’s dumped, and can’t seem to swallow these lumps.
The beat goes on.
Same fire,
New passion,
Old flame,
Traded in for a summer fling.
There’s nothing like that sweet old song.
Tip over root, 
The trees bend,
The leaves blend
in with the open wound.
The freeze frames keep him warm.
The day’s frost
It's scraped off
The weight loss
The new sign that says "keep off"
He speeds off into the storm.
Out of spite the lighting strikes him twice.
He’s peaking out on the pike and cheatin life,
Peeling out on the lawn.
Now he’s idling, 
Time is dwindling,
In his mind he’s figuring 
out life’s about the little things.
And his labyrinth,
In all his magnificent,
Can only keep the mice trapped.
The princess is innocent.
She doesn’t belong… 

(I never thought I’d miss you.)
They had a ceremony where he put her in a bridle...
the headstall.
She stopped to think for a minute, 
and in a split second went AWOL. 
(I never thought I’d miss you)
He'd draw in the chin as an expression of resentment or scorn.
Pulling on the reigns, 
the bridle, 
the shower, 
the storm.
The maze, 
the high tower, 
clouds are at war…
The reigns, 
the bridle, 
the shower, 
the storm…
The maze, 
the high tower, 
the clouds are at war.
The clouds are at war.
The clouds are at war.
(I never thought I'd miss you.)

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"Bridle" by Sage Francis