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DIGITAL POLLUTION

prod. by Mode$t0
Mixed and Master by Music by Azuma

BLOW UP! (ft. Fabvl)

prod by @brvdy
mix by me
artwork by priscilalimx w/ me



lyrics:
dark chases
blinds me
consumes 

I'm here but
I see myself far away

all opaque
shattered
broke

my soul
falls apart
In pieces
in abyss


dark dominates
arrest me
don't let go
gets worse
there is no left
nothing from me

dark only grows
without prayer
quickly
there's nothing left of me
gets worse
there is no left
nothing from me

CRUCIATUS [PROD. BRVDY]

prod/mix by me
artwork by priscilalimx and me

lyrics:
going hunting
for justice for revenge
I arrive and exterminate
i arrive and exterminate
evil curse
evil deity 
evil curse
evil deity
no way out
you have nowhere to run
you have no way out
today i break your throat
today i break your bones
the knife slides
on your face slides
divine revenge 
grudge
dominating 
dominate me 
consumes me

KAYAKO

prod by nxm1nal
mix by chxeu

possessed
by myself
my enemy
I am myself
my fight
it's against myself
possessed
by the evil entity
cursed
possessed
by the evil entity
cursed
anguish fills me every minute
echoes in my mind all the time
surrounds me taking all my light
this is ruining my life
anguish fills me every minute
echoes in my mind all the time
surrounds me taking all my light
this is ruining my life

ASYLUM [PROD. NXM1NAL]

Spotify: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/camsteadyandkamiyadaandvideogamerapbattles/chaos-control
Prod. Mode$t0

CHAOS CONTROL! (ft. Kamiyada+)

prod. PANDEMXNIUM
instragram - https://www.instagram.com/thecamsteady/
twitter - https://twitter.com/TheCamSteady

GOD COMPLEX

spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/4J1LWJ91EGrbdqr260htB6?si=Un2NZeQbTSCpUKT69w_ARQ
twitter: https://twitter.com/TheCamSteady
instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thecamsteady/

GET BUCKED!

video official: https://youtu.be/c6MxM8_NBS8
feat and prod @aragoth_die
cover by @likozor
mix by me
:)

MANIAC ft. ARAGOTH [PROD. ARAGOTH]

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JT  - OKAY (Jersey Club RMX)

Song: GOTH $LUT
Artist: Dré Tamashī
Producer: Danny Gold

This is day 152 of releasing a song every day for the whole year of 2025.

Find all the songs on any streaming platform at the link below as well as the community Discord Family and the Patreon - where you can listen to every song as it's finished instead of waiting the extra 2 months for it to come out on streaming platforms. Official Merch is also available below:

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GOTH $LUT

Song: Manifest
Artist: Dré Tamashī
Producer: Danny Gold

This is day 184 of releasing a song every day for the whole year of 2025.

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Manifest

Song: Madonna
Artist: Dré Tamashī
Producer: RO$EGOLD

This is day 187 of releasing a song every day for the whole year of 2025.

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Madonna

Song: Go Fast 
Artist: Dré Tamashī
Producer: Danny Gold

This is day 231 of releasing a song every day for the whole year of 2025.

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Go Fast

Digital Pollution is the residue of years of work, the grind crystallized, the fragments that survived the purge. Tracks born, tracks erased, echoes of everything that didn’t stick. Sharp. Fractured. Persistent. Noise pressed into form. Something coherent, if coherence is a lie you choose to believe.

What emerged was never one album, but two gestating forms. One punk, raw and serrated, teeth bared to the sky; one rap, fluid, fractured, a pulse looping through circuits of thought.

The vision, unstable and electric, suddenly became for us the violent algebra of collision: two sonic organisms smashed together, fused, fractured, reborn. This is not a merger, not a compromise, it is experiment, collision, entropy harnessed, a cross-species mutation of noise and rhythm. Punk bleeds into rap, rap gnaws at punk, everything oscillating, folding, snapping back on itself, a feedback loop of aggression, cadence, and pulse. The album is the experiment made manifest, a collision zone you inhabit, ride, survive.

The end result? It’s a Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater soundtrack compressed into one album. Energy ricochets, corners clipped, rails smashed, crashes into walls of sound, collisions of adrenaline and distortion. Unpredictable, alive, chaotic but curated, somehow. You ride it. It rides you.

The architecture is ritualistic. It begins in rap, erupts into rock, then spirals everywhere in between, oscillating, fracturing, bending, folding back on itself. Sub-songs sample one another, trap metal siphoning the pulse of hardcore punk, bending it, twisting it, rebirthing it. Punk collides with metal, hip-hop stretches beyond its limbs, everything bleeding into everything else. A spectrum, a feedback loop, a glitch in continuity that refuses to settle.

Digital Pollution comes straight from the crippled mind of Bruxism, who shapes the lyrics, sculpts the production, orchestrates the chaos of everything else, and SK3RED, whose crushing guitar riffs and ferocious bass lines carve structure from noise, pulse through distortion, and give the chaos a spine. The music surges and fractures, bending punk aggression into new forms, threading a needle of raw voltage through the sonic whirlwind.

Bruxism’s lyrics gnaw at decay, map the brain rot, and fold political unease into rhythm and rhyme, guiding the listener through the hollow, recycled landscapes of the digital wasteland. The distorted rhythms combined with the high speed vocals coforges a feedback loop of sound and thought, chaos and structure, pulse and decay, an organism that is only one thing. Digital Pollution.

Digital Pollution swims through the cesspool. It's not afraid to get dirty. Observe the ever present culture-war through the hollow, recycled landscape of the Internet. Every post, every meme, every echo of thought devoured and reborn hollow. Beneath it, unrest simmers. not a rallying cry, but a reflection of systems crumbling while you scroll, the undertones pulsing between nihilism and faint resistance. The decay is tangible. You ride it. You feel it. But now, as you listen to what we have created, you will come to understand.

Digital Pollution exists online now. Noise, clarity, fragments, collisions, pulses, loops. Immerse. Let it grind. Let it linger. Let it gnaw at the edges of your mind. 
credits
releases September 30, 2025

Digital Pollution (Intro)

Song: My Baby 
Artist: Dré Tamashī
Producer: (prod. Tristan Knight)

This is day 264 of releasing a song every day for the whole year of 2025.

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Lyrics:
Let you ride
Let it flow my baby
In your ear
With my tone my baby
Listening when you moan
My baby
Let you ride
Let it flow
Love to make you moan
In your bones, in your soul
My baby
In the darkness of your heart
My baby
Feel me deep, deep down
My baby
Want you come to life
Weak at the knees
You’ve got big taste
Feel your pulse kick in
Picking up the pace
Leaving marks on my skin
You don’t make haste
Every move I make
Got you feeling chased
No, this ain’t fake
Yea you can feel the heat get to building when I pick it up
Not the kind of touchin’ that you’re used to on the regular
Baby I know just how to make it big enough
Feelin’ my presence in the dark, you wanna give it up
No breaks
Got your eyes locked on me before the big chase
Leave my mark on you in a big way
Feel your breath gettin’ heavy when we keep pace
Hands trace, bend down, feel the rig break
Got your breath on the glass when your legs shake
My voice split grips like some thick chains
Make your mind and your body start give way
Give way when you hear my name, yea
Let you ride
Let it flow my baby
In your ear
With my tone my baby
Listening when you moan
My baby
Let you ride
Let it flow
Love to make you moan
In your bones, in your soul
My baby
In the darkness of your heart
My baby
Feel me deep, deep down
My baby
Want you come to life
Weak at the knees
Lay your soul to bare
Contemplate this prayer
Feel you beg me there
I’m gon’ lay it to rest
The way you tie your hair
On your knees and stare
Nails grip tight in your hand
Keep asking me “When?”
Loose yourself in the sweat
You won’t forget my baby
Loose yourself in the sweat
You won’t forget my baby
Loose yourself in the sweat
You won’t forget my baby
Come close to me
I hold your key
Lay underneath
Know you want a taste
Don’t waste another minute baby, make way
Lose yourself in the moment, let it replay
Let your walls come down, let ‘em decay
We can leave this world, let it fade away
Baby say my name, show you can obey
You’re all mine
Let you ride
Let it flow my baby
In your ear
With my tone my baby
Listening when you moan
My baby
Let you ride
Let it flow
Love to make you moan
In your bones, in your soul
My baby
In the darkness of your heart
My baby
Feel me deep, deep down
My baby
Want you come to life
Weak at the knees


My Baby

Gunplay - White Bitch

Hanging out the window screaming 666,
Shit I'm doing got me 86'd itch itch itch,
Lick the dirt up off a brick, and make a dish dish dish,
Walk a mile but I only move an inch inch inch,
He was talking sorta normal then he switch switch switched up,
Covered in makeup,
'Cuz you got new bruises every time that you wake up,
The fuck is he talking about? You think we should say something?

Feeling like I'm playing fast and loosely with the truth,
Always showing up with nothing always leaving with the loot,
My regressive algorithmic model training how to lose,
Every iteration further from a total static view,

So confused, let me sit you down and share my views,
I'm opposed to making sense and I spread fake news,

In every argument we have I'll disagree with you,
And if you piss me off, I'mma spread a rumor about you,

So put a smile on, keep it strong, treat me like a cop on a ride along,
Do no wrong, sing the song dummy keep the blinders on,
Stand on the train tracks, or jump in the road,
'Cuz it'd be quicker than if I'm gonna have come for your throat,

It's such a thing to behold, uphold, an oath so devote,
To never saying what I mean and only speaking in code,

I'm certified as a demon, got a diploma from hell,
And now they sent me up here with some opinions to sell,

So I'll just market it well, slap a few words on the track,
And make enough to pay the ferryman to row my way back,
It's better than the hard liquor and the panic attacks,
Cuz all these Death Cult aesthetics are not congruent with facts no more...

If Our World Ends Tonight, Tell Them I Was Dressed For It

We can talk about it or just get a little crunk
Bet she really like to twerk to caricoca funk
You so silly make em dizzy like Sicilian drunks
She likes fifty cent, I feel like a million bucks
Wait, what why?

Where and how and who again, reptilian
Hooligan, running up her leg like this is Gulliver's
Gullible, floated right up straight into the ceiling yeah yeah
Gave her something that can make her talk to demons
Yeah yeah

Towel dipped in water I'm invisible
Wet red flesh marks got physical
Fuck me, it's about to get biblical
Let her die slow cuz she kinda beautiful
Towel dipped in water I'm invisible
Wet red flesh marks got physical
Fuck me, it's about to get biblical
Chop chop (spit sound) that's my ritual

She make a nap turn into a little kidnap
Senator, I'ma send him something gift wrapped
Centerfold hoe, see the whole picture
If you bink you might never even miss her
She made a nap turn into a little kidnap
Senator, I'ma send him something gift wrapped
Centerfold, front page edition
She went out to dance, now she just a picture

What's that? Who's been knocking on the window?
Hear the hailstones play to my crescendo
Can you please try to keep up with the tempo
Her body a temple I worship the devil

Who's that? Who's been knocking on the window?
Hear the hailstones play me my crescendo
Can you please keep up with the tempo?
Kept a little bit of her as a memento

We can talk about it or just get a little drunk
Look away for just a second and she end up in a trunk
If the glove don't fit they'll acquit me on the spot
You think someone who would do this is afraid to get caught?
Wait what why?
Tried the call the numbers back all fake
Couple bags fertilizer make em all quake
Whole lobby blown apart left em all saint's
Daddy's in a body bag left em red paint

She made a nap turn into a little kidnap
Senator, I'ma send him something gift wrapped
Centerfold hoe, see the whole picture
If you blink you might never even miss her
She make a nap turn into a little kidnap
Senator, I'ma send him something gift wrapped
Centerfold, front page edition
She went out to dance, now she just a picture

Up all night I feel like Tyler Durden
Preaching to the mirror giving sermons
I am Jack's last sip of bourbon
The personality of half a person
Bitch
Bitch I feel like Tyler Durden
Bitch I feel like Tyler Durden bitch

Nodding out in traffic on my way to catch a felony
I don't vibe with no one but I'm heavy with the chemistry
Nothing but an entity steady collecting enemies
I'm magic with the shots like the guy who dropped Kennedy

Bitch I feel like Captain Ahab
Chasing white so the demons in me stay bad

You been a fan I been a fiend
Might just take the whole production when I come 'n seize the means
Nothing what it seems
Parasitic energy
I could take your legacy
Move without integrity dismantling identities
And when I get to hell I hope they see me a celebrity
Cuz all my friends are there and I don't mean that hypothetically
So go head and kill yourself and get a step ahead of me
Cuz you don't wanna live inside a world where I'm your enemy

Bitch I feel like Patrick Bateman
Fake a smile while I'm steady staying hating

I'm not the type to be impatient
I'm the type to sit and wait until the mark go on vacation
Left em feeling shaken
Every word I say is dripping with manipulation
String the sentences along until you feel the motivation, bitch

Time for Your Daily Nap Senator / Tyler Durden

Bullets flying through the side of my car
I hit the gas like it's nothing at all
I'm made of money but I don't make sense
I'm either balling or I can't pay rent
Six weeks clean but I'm not really sober
I can't wait, for this shit to be over
I wake up hungry for the flavor of blood
I pick the carcass clean just because

I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena

I'm not the plug but I know where he lives
I might forget but I never forgive
Not in the trenches but I might help you dig
And God forbid I'll ever to talk to the pigs
You say you're king of the jungle I just sit back and laugh
I'm not the first on the scene but I won't the last
Yeah You can do all the hunting, I'll just wait for the prey
Feast on the leftovers and live another day

I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena

Hyena

Feeling like I'm bout to crash out crash out, uh
Can I come over and stay at your house?
Feeling like I'm bout to crash out crash out, uh
Can I come over and stay at your house?

All these people
They don't like me anymore
Sometimes you gotta know when
Just to go and find the door
All these people, they don't like me anymore
Sometimes you gotta know when, just to go and find the door

Feeling like I'm bout to crash out crash out, uh
Can I come over and stay at your house?
Feeling like I'm bout to crash out crash out, uh
Can I come over and stay at your house?

All these people, they don't like me anymore
Sometimes you gotta know when, just to go and find the door
All these people, they don't like me anymore
Sometimes you gotta know when, just to go and find the door

I got blood all on my shirt
I got dirt all on my face
I got blood all on my shirt
I got dirt all on my face

Crash Out

Call it pussy, call it money, call it power, call it fame
They just call it what they wanna call it, motherfucking game
Colonizing all the opps, stopping just to fill the tank
You don't gotta run for office if you run a couple banks
Make the profit, sell the product, civil forfeiture the plug
Start a war and get religious, fill a villager with slugs
What the people want? Make 'em pay for water, doesn't matter
I can tell this shit a joke but don't hear nobody laughing
Like a greedy pastor scooping up the money from his chapter
We should send 'em all to heaven in the motherfucking rapture
It's not genocide if we decide to do it, it was us
And if the other motherfuckers did it first then what the fuck?
Run 'em down and knock 'em over like we gentrifying shit
Grab a brick and pay a visit to a politician's crib
We already tried the hippie shit, peace is not an option
Take a couple millionaires to ride an Argentinian chopper

I got sick thoughts, I don't know why everybody lip-locked
Why the fuck you licking boots and hopping on they dicks for?
Sick thoughts, I just hear the timer, it go tick-tock
I don't wanna say some shit that'll send me to big lock
Sick thoughts, climb up on the roof and make his ear pop
Walking through marinas, setting fire to the big yachts
Sick thoughts, take all of your data, make a billion
How you gonna let an algorithm raise the children?

They say nobody wanna work, I say nobody wanna pay
Tax suggestions for the master, tax evasion for the slave
You got rent cartels just running up your bills and getting paid
Pocket-dipping politicians beg for dollars, screaming change
It's a boost for the economy to bomb them every day
CIA was moving coke, what you think they move today?
Fentanyl and Nitazene and something stronger on the way
When there's profit to be made show up chanting USA
Couple million-dollar rockets on some farmers in a cave
Everybody's saved! By the way we probably here to stay
Pave a golf course, have a couple cheeky handshakes
And they got a new president with democratic traits
Navigating's always easier if you can build the maze
Back in '89 is when they put the credit score in place
And you wonder why the boomers still got money in the bank?
If you make the rules you know exactly which of them to break

I got sick thoughts, I don't know why everybody lip-locked
Why the fuck you licking boots and hopping on they dicks for?
Sick thoughts, I just hear the timer, it go tick-tock
I don't wanna say some shit that'll send me to big lock
Sick thoughts, climb up on the roof and make his ear pop
Walking through marinas, setting fire to the big yachts
Sick thoughts, take all of your data, make a billion
How you gonna let an algorithm raise the children?

Sick Thoughts

BRUXISM