camo and krooked Shoreless

Six track Electronic concept album released on 1.1/25
Appearing tracks goes from dark and grimy to uplifting and light mood

Beat it Down

Through the Clouds

Seba - Snow

VERSE I: Lil Remains]

still riding with my devils
ain't shit changed
gun to my temple
sharpen up the blade
feel the motherfucking phonk like it's '93
grim reaper in a jeep when i hit the streets
motherfuckers better hide
better duck quick
it's the sandman
better run
shift back to my old ways, old days
pill bottles in the cabinet
i can't feel my face

[HOOK: Lil Remains]

baby
fuck what they say
full of drugs
can't feel my face
x2

[VERSE II: Lil Remains]

Dope in a bag
brown-yellow rock
they don't know slick
they don't know the block
tell me what you want?
Tec or the Wok?
say the world is yours
got your world in my sock
hoes tryna fuck
hoes tryna lock
eat that bitch's box
suck my dick and give me top
how could I forget?
medicating with Gelatto
car sports model and my gun is semi-auto
lately trip a lot
lately sip a lot
scripts from my doc
finesse him like a cop

[HOOK] x1

[VERSE III: Yung Maraschino]

Three houses, 2 cars
I'm a boss
facts
spent a hunny thou sucking all my snot back
fucking ducking
that's a small quack
blowing out a broad's back
I can't fucking cum because my dick is numb and all that
fall back
I'ma call back (psyche)
where my dogs at?
lining up the chalk fat
yeah, her ass left
but she brought it back
shawty pointing at that shit
so I bought her that

[HOOK: Yung Maraschino]

baby
fuck what they say
full of drugs
can't feel my face
baby
fuck what they say
next time they talk
I'ma fuck their face

[VERSE IV: Yung Maraschino]

reach into my pocket
yeah, I fucking got it
oooh that shit was fire like the bottom of a rocket
blunt full of gossip
just so I don't vomit
never play it cautious
could give a fuck if I lost it
fuck a 4
yeah, gimme 30 o's
it's time to fucking go
it's time to fucking go

[HOOK]

[OUTRO: Yung Maraschino]

I can't stop now
what's the point?
I can never calm down
x2

BIZARRO

[VERSE I: Papa Pine]

Ruby da fucking Cherry, bitch
yeah, I'm a dime a dozen
all of a sudden me and my cousin rich from pressing button
lost in the sauce
yeah, i need a fucking compass
digging out all these industry plants
their roots were covered in fungus
she asked if she could blow me
i said "bitch, I ain't no trumpet"
she then called me her husband
I said "No, bitch, we just fucking"
this ain't for discussion
mixed the Sprite up with some Tussion
fuck it
I bought steel-toed boots
it's time to kick the bucket

[VERSE II: Yung Scarecrow]

Pull up on a fuck boy
get down
off my meds right now
room full of bottles
I might drown
sedated
I'm going crazy
Devil riding with me
chops out
lurking from the gutter
demons is my brothers
blue pills up my nose
OP's in some foil
mouth dripping with oil
watch me fade to black behind the marijuana smoke
separate color greys
but we all come from the same cloak
screaming "bloody murder"
doing dirt with my kinfolk

WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?

[VERSE I: Lord of Loneliness]

It's lonely at the top
all of my enemies have been defeated
the crown has been sitting on my head for too long
it's starting to give me these legions
don't follow the crowd
the crowd is misleading
stay solo
surrounded by all of my demons
licking my wounds as they deepen
constantly feeding them all of my secrets
007
i got the golden gun
i got the golden
im busting
open up the door
I'm at my breaking point
I cannot take this shit no more
I'm ready to fucking explode
open up
knock knock
here comes the glock cocked
9 mili pop pop pop
oh no
making a mess
my aim ain't the best
I guess I should clean this all up and go home

[VERSE II: Yung Mane]

Percocet, Roxycodone, with some Xanax that I had crushed up in some dust
elevated to another dimension so I got a limp in my strut
I do not care to be here or be there
in the mean time, it seems that I'm stuck
swerving and crashing
that dying little bastard
Yung Christ, you address me as such
crazy little demon
they wave when they see me
face tatted from ear to ear
northside boy with a glock sized toy
if I cock it there's going to be tears here
manic depressive
when life is in session, I hide in a room that's as dark as me
dollar sign - B
and it's still F-T-P
fucking G-R-E-Y till I R-I-P

THAT JUST ISN'T EMPIRICALLY POSSIBLE

[VERSE I: Lil Cig]

Northside shorty pull up in a drop top
3 AM with the night back drop
popping on pills like I pop cough drops
multi-millionaire all from my laptop
slob on my knob until your jaw lock
came a long way from rocks in my sock
moon walk on the block
while I'm sipping on Wok
took a whole year off and we still on top
still the same boy that came from Jeffer Street
still the best friend that the devil keep
always burning up
triple six degrees
lock Scarecrow in hell and throw away the key

[HOOK: Lil Cig & 40 Blunts]

As the years go by
another day closer to death
time is ticking
hurry x 3

[VERSE II: 40 Blunts]

As the years go by
all the things that you were gonna do
you never did 'em
now you're wondering how come they never listen whenever you're talking
look who the fuck just walked in
time to clear the air
fuck that
I'll be coughing until my coffin
and in my coffin I won't toss and turn
instead I'll rest
I've earned some sleep 
let me dream up sheep
release me into the deep
cover up my head with the sheet
As the years go by
the same fuck girls will be fucking the same fuck boys
as the years go by
the same heroes you once had have been reduced to a toy
as the years go by
the drugs used to be fun
now, they've become a problem
as the years go by
before your life even begun
now, it's coming undone

PUTRID PRIDE

[VERSE I: Northside Shorty]

Hot boy off the north with the tats on his face
run, run, run, find a place where you safe
far from grace
in my maze where I play
pray on your faith when they claim that they saved
laugh in your face
trying to jump home boy?
you might want to refrain
keys to the gate
talking hell, little bitch, and you ain't gonna escape
hold up
jump out with the glock cocked
going non-stop
aim the red dot
shoot a mother fucker dead where he laying
ain't stopping until the gun lock
mother fucker out my box
head been knocked by the worst kind
gorilla from the 59
I'm a psycho
check my bloodline

[VERSE II: Southside Shorty]

all of these bitches afraid of me
and all of these fuckboys - they hate on me
so just to sum it up
basically, i really couldn't give less of a fuck
I'm from the era of terror
the product of financial pressure
social conformity
religious error
mention the devil
they'll fuck off forever
the new millennium brought nothing better
I wanna see blood stains on the grill of the Mustang
couple pills just to numb the pain
six roads, one way
flames arrise
burned my eyes
I'm late for judgement day

MEGA ZEPH

[VERSE I: OG Corpse]

The fuck I need with life?
life is what needed me
they looking around for who?
who the fuck gonna save me?
Yung Christ been dodging death
dodging death done became my thing
take my chances with the glock
cock it back and let nina sing
looking out my window
feel my pulse going down
been mixing chemicals trying to find a compound
I don't wanna feel a thing
give me the drugs numb the pain
get away
fuck out my face
you want to switch?
well here's my place
bitch you can take it
how the fuck does it look from my view?
tell me what you thinking
it ain't all that it seems when you got to face it huh?
save lives daily but I can't save me, nah
all that glitters ain't gold
ain't that the saying? 
fuck

[VERSE II: George Washington's AR-15]

catch me at the cemetery visiting my enemies
gripping the machete
glistening it's rinsed and ready
reflecting wishes of death
if mine is selected tonight, I know the devil's sweating
"You have until I count to seven to escape" he threatened
please bury me
under the cherry tree
standing on the floor of my grave pissing on my destiny
rejecting death
gasp for breath
my existence they'll be questioning
ruby back from the dead and better than ever
yeah, I guess we'll see
panoramic views of me whipping the Panamera is infinitely better than me dead and gone 
on Nutella interior leather
chain still swanging
only now it makes my neck hurt
rain or shine
Grey*59 can measure up in any weather

[whispers Indistinctly]

[VERSE I: Yung Christ]

Leave them all burning
triple six degrees
heard they started hating
wanna murder thee
Yung Christ turned to Satan
bless the devilish
now I get my joy from fucking chasing death
Momma raised a savage knew I wasn't average
Pops seen me coming up
he knew I had the package
let the 40 kick
drum roll with the sticks
hands will fuck your jaw
know who you fucking with?
get the copper popping
chopper
Daili Lama
feel like Silk the Shocker
I'm a fucking problem
streets call me doctor
screw them then I chop them
two cups
bottle filled with drugs
liver on the rotten
ruger, chopper, draco
cult around me Waco
violence getting louder
projects getting wilder
when I'm off a Xan. I'm quick to shoot the thang
ain't a clock to see there ain't no time for a game
fuck them all
shoot them
leave them in the yard
got a bunch of youngins  around me
Take the charge
fuck them all
shoot them
leave them in the yard
got a bunch of youngings around me
take the charge

[VERSE II: Oddy Nuff da Snow Leopard]

yeah we're all the same but we're separated by commas
yeah we're all the same until we're all destroyed by comets
alien invasion better run home to your mama
Ruby ain't the problem solver
I'm the cause of all your problems
bitch, I'm in Nevada
A 51s I got em
snorting blue sand with my cosmic ensemble
I don't give a fuck if they're pressed
I still bought 'em
falling down like autumn
call him duck boy
watch him waddle
full throttle when i empty out the bottle
when i empty out this clip that's full of fucking hollows
you'll be lying horizontal looking like a model
scope is never toggled
i was aiming for your nostril
now, I'm aiming at your bitch's tonsils
I'm the queen of drama
fucking up your life?
yeah, all you gotta do i holler
you wanna talk drip? 
catch me chillen in the sauna
spent a couple dollars just to make a couple dollars
all these bitches say my name as if it's something like the gospel
all these hoes apostles looking like they wanna gobble
looking at me crazy like they've all been wearing goggles
po' me up a 4 
i'm looking like a fucking waffle
feeling fucking awful

ALL DOGS GO TO HEAVEN

Music producer and Guitarist from Czech republic since 2017, focused on making electronic music, mainly Drum and bass, Dubstep and House

Through the Clouds

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