R.I.P. O.L.C.

To whom it may concern,

Well, it’s about that time ladies and gentlemen… We have been through ALOT over these past 10 some odd years of making music and certainly more hardships than most groups, but this is the end of the road for OLC. Unfortunately, it is no longer possible to make music together as we have in the past.

First and foremost, we want to say THANK YOU TO OUR TRUE FANS, FRIENDS, FAMILY AND SUPPORTERS for their continued LOVE and ENERGY throughout our journey. Thank you for helping us bring dreams to fruition! It’s hard to express everything in one measly social media post. However, this is not a time to reminisce and be sappy. This is a time for closure and the end of an era…

So with that being said, we — Outland Camp, aka OLC (Jenkins + Jimi Carter + P Crack + Waldo)  give you our last and FINAL recording entitled:

“R.I.P. O.L.C.”

Now available on all digital media platforms. We hope you listen closely and that the music can help ease the bad news.

THIS IS THE FUCKING OLC OVER AND OUT! ✌️

Availability

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Album Lyrics

1. The Beginning

Jenkins ]

Outland Camp

We’re following our own path, grown past non believers

Outland Camp (yeah)

Never gave a fuck about a rating or approval say it

Outland Camp

Apologize for nothing when we’re hunting down the fake (fake)

Outland Camp (yeah)

Underrated, always hated, never play it safe, say it

Outland Camp
Outland Camp

2. Viceland
Jimi Carter ]

I stay colder than the winter, this shit hotter than the summer
Got a call from a blocked number, it’s probably my baby’s mother
Can’t bother girl better save that shit today, I ain’t got the time
Plus I got all of these bills to pay, bitch don’t hit my line
Riding through the city (city), traveling the land
Got a biddy in my lap with my dick up in her hands (hands)
Dressed a little slutty, but she do it for the gram (yeah)
Didn’t do it for the gram (yeah), but she do it for the grams, understand (yeah)

Sniff, sniff wait a minute drip, drip (drip, drip)
Sniff, sniff wait a minute drip, drip (blam)

Jenkins ]

My whole life has been a gamble, I’m rolling face with snake eyes
Talking over samples, collect calls that’s supervised
My brain has been scrambled, antenna needs attention
Kicking it with the boys tonight, I need an intervention
So now I’m bout to wash up, in ayahuasca
Tell me are you lost, yup, MAO we toss up
Shaman got the bomb and then we vaping on the tryptamine
Calm until we blast off and cast off to in between

P-Crack ]

R.I.P. … man that’s fucked up
Life spins fast, then you crash and your luck’s up
Might as well live it while you can with your loved ones
Before you get popped in your head like you someone
Shout out to my brothers, shout out all my fucking cousins
Shout out to my homies that’s attending when we function
Everyday we still screaming R.I.P. FATTS
Much respect to the dead till we meet back

Sip, sip wait a minute feel sick (feel sick)
Sip, sip wait a minute feel sick

Jimi Carter ]

Out to get the payload
Catch me at a candlelit dinner eating chicken with fettuccine alfredo
Know that we don’t play though, it’s all work
As I shape your mind like some Play-Doh with this raw verse, uh what (what)
Watch me catch my breathe, as I breathe excellence
I exceed expectations and bleed elegance
The evidence is elementary my dear boy
I make these other rappers look bad, that’s what I’m here for

Jenkins ]

Intervened with an intravenous, catapult to Venus
Merked Romulus for Remus, roaming hunting demons
Bloods thicker than water, but leaner than my syrup
P.O. pulled my color, but fuck it bout to turn up
Finished K through 12, but now I’m stuck on K2
I got a 6′ by 8′, but now I got a bay view
See be debuted a dime ago, stage show like Dynamo
Locked it with Naloxone, so dope you can’t die no more

P-Crack ]

First of all, I don’t even rap (nope)
Pat’s a public speaker, we just put it on wax (wax)
Feed it to the people from the steeple of the facts (facts)
Used to push packs (packs), I’m talking like that (yup)
Dirty camp click man this shit’s getting reckless
We don’t give a fuck about your followers or friends bitch (fuck em)
Y’all wouldn’t get it, always with your hands out
Worried bout your damn clout, show you what we been bout

Waldo ]

One nation, under God, indivisible
Hard to say when prisons are overloaded with petty criminals
And filthy rich degenerate pedophiles just walk the streets
Praying on the blood of the innocent and the love of the weak
What’s the drug of the week? I bet I’ve kicked it
Swin-swindle, swin-swindle-aroo let’s kick it
Roll the dice, are you lucky 7-11 or craps too
Blackjack, are you 21 or did you bust fool?
I will dust you, dip cigarettes in my liver, it’s ridiculous
The madness in my brain is matched by the magnets in aunt Maggie’s kitchen
My veins are in vain and my nasal cavitied
And it’s radical when I splatter your anatomy fatty, you’ve become a victim
My dogs I’ve sicked them, whole camp by my side
Unified ten years strong, probably due to die
Cursed since way before people hated PewDiePie
I’ll eat a fat girls booty tonight
I’m clearly getting ahead of myself
It’s fully evident, I solemnly swear that every word is relevant
But you don’t give a fuck your mentally celibate
And I don’t give a cum stain if that’s been said before
I’m a predator, getting head on tour
Piss poor, never bored

3. Over Thinkers Anonymous
Waldo ]

I think I’m thinking clear, but is my brain damaged?
From years of beer and lines of drugs and panic
I fear my peers are losing faith in Daniel
I’m off the dope, but now it’s sex and gambling
Tried to fill the void, falling deeper into the abyss
I hurt people and it makes me not want to exist
My heart feels things, but is it fabricated?
I don’t even know what love means, but still I’m saying it
I’m selfish, I want wealth, power and sex
Success ain’t shit to me until I flex it
Bigger than Texas, I want a diamond encrusted cod piece
And big kush stuffed, in a rock home with my cup of coffee
I’m off the oxy’s, the blue demons had me screaming
I turned to brown, I almost drowned, a year ago I got clean and
Haven’t looked back, snapped the rear view mirror in half
So I can now see my path with no distractions
I’m destined for greatness, but my attitudes indifferent
So I’ll never be anything more than a pretty girl’s bad decision
I’ll never be anything more than a bad decision
Prolly die alone a failed and a sad musician

P-Crack ]

(Okay)
Time to pick up the fucking pace (pace), you know they giving chase (chase)
We ain’t got no extra time to waste (waste) and I’m feeling great (great)
Eyes psyched I’m bugged out, all my friends is drugged out
Homie’s overdosing and you wondering what that buzz bout
Coastal Massachusetts, what you talking bout we do this
What I mean by when I say we do this is we quite elusive
Pouring dueces, way back in the day, no way we ain’t backing away
Hogging all the food upon the plate when, when we masticate
Fuck you too bitch if you don’t like us
8 billion people on the planet Earth we a virus
It’s inside us… Well I’ll be a monkeys uncle
‘Cuz they ate too many mushrooms in the cave of a jungle
Makes you humble when you think about it, everyone’s insane
I say fuck it I’m above it, music is my astral plane

Jimi Carter ]

(Yo)
I’m out here looking for purpose, feeling so worthless lately
And I don’t know what to worship, whether devils or virgins babies
I could be pushing daisies, it could be worse I guess
Suicidal trapped in the land of the murderous
Bow down to the merciless, blinded by the crown upon his head
Till they find him down and out, now they shout the king is dead (dead)
Bury me alive (alive), paint a pretty portrait
So that when they ask about me maybe I can seem important
Talking glorified, super fly looking motherfucker
Civilized type that lived the life even if I wasn’t
Cuz see it’s only their perception that’ll matter when I’m gone
Carry on forever after, it’s the final chapter in a dusty book on the shelf
That’ll never get picked up, never get felt, but exists nonetheless
At least I got some shit off my chest, even if my words never digest

4. Dirty Doo Wop
Waldo ]

Why must I succumb to the idiocracies of the heart?
Do I love too quick? Maybe I fuck too hard?
Maybe you don’t believe in yourself and maybe I’m just fine
I can think with my dick and then just blame it on my sick mind
Time heals all, so I’ll be wondering when I’ll feel better
How can I feel tall when pockets shorter than Pesci
Bars like Bourbon Street, but I’m whiter than Betty
Might be my last dance with Mary Jane, I’m channeling Petty
She broke my heart, and now she haunts my dreams, a beautiful Freddy
But my nightmares ain’t on Elm Street, they’re all in my head
Weed and wine and my woman’s fine ass in a thong
Spaghetti strap ’round my dick while I’m lighting a bong
She’s electric, my erection is a lightening rod
The demons in my head be fighting the gods

P-Crack ]

Tragic, tragic the situation drastic
I’m smoking on that cat piss, been stained up in the mattress
Actress, actress you are on some wack shit
Doing all the right things, think it doesn’t matter
Laughter, laughter I’m on another chapter
Nothing comes above myself and that’s forever after
Sadder, sadder I been getting madder
Follicles are dying ‘least I ain’t been getting fatter
Quite narcissistic, so simplistic
Just another dipshit, used to tag ‘mystyk’
Till the cops pulled me out of Spanish class freshman year
Said they knew I held bags, it’s becoming quite clear
Even though I ain’t selling no product
My backpack still stinks like marijuana
Empty it out and you’ll see I tell truth
80 paint markers fell out the bag, no books
I told the V.P. y’all can clearly see
I got no bags of weed on me
Currently I mean, but in the past
I been known to hold some pretty fat bags of grass
No class, like school in the summer
They popped me anyway for the tags what a bummer

5. Spark the Dark Heart
Waldo ]

She got a fat ass, but her face is ugly
Hit it from the back, rearrange her guts funshuay
But pretty woman are my forte
We’ll get some 40s, a 40 of cocaine and go play
Eating pussy like a lesbian, I’m so gay
Pause, girls gassed like some propane, she low man, get lost
Encyclopedia pink, her sphincter’s brown and it stinks
I’ll let her blow me then dip, and rinse my dink in the sink
Catastrophes happening in the heart, well maybe in the brain
My mind makes mistakes, but then it’s in my chest I feel the pain
Heart, brain, chest, pain, blood, vein
The world’s a cum stain, but I can’t complain
Eating pineapple all day, I can’t cum plain
Shoot my rope through the air, that’s a cum plane
Me and Crack made a pact never complain
So we hit the track like some smack in a junk vein
Then we snap, rice crispies when we on stage
People say you’re getting frisky in your old age
Nah, I’m in my prime feeling better and I’m grown babe
Feeling better and I’m grown babe

6. Waxing Gibbous
Jimi Carter ]

(Yo)
Watch me summon all these demons, I don’t need no practice
Black masses, mad bitches with fat asses
The fact is on every full moon
We gather in a circle just to speak in tongues and hum satanic tunes

Now tell me what you’re scared of, tell me what’s you’re worst fear
I promise all your insecurities won’t fall on deaf ears
I be that bumping in the middle of the night
Make you wanna go and grab the rifle, grip it extra tight
Come out, come out, is anybody there?
Put the barrel in your mouth, but nobody seems to care
There’s nobody in your house, but there’s sickness in your mind
Pull that trigger, bet nobody’s gonna miss you when you die
Finger starts to quiver as you give a little squeeze
Deliver us from evil all your thoughts will be at ease
Scribbled a little note for the kids and the wife
Fuck the phony matrimony, it’s a holy sacrifice

Watch me summon all these demons, I don’t need no practice
Black masses, mad bitches with fat asses
The fact is on every full moon
We gather in a circle just to speak in tongues and hum satanic tunes

Got some masked up rappers tied up in the whip
Trick or treat motherfucker time to eat this dick
Your fake face and your murder act ain’t cool
Unless your reppin’ Alla Xul Ellu, preach
It’s gang, gang like Raekwon and Ason Unique bitch
That’s Wu-Tang your crews lame, so please do not speak
Met your new dame and ooh dang that poon tang done leaked
When we do thangs, left new stains, then you changed the sheets
You’re just a cuckhold, I watch you buckle, under the pressure, pressure cooking
You are looking at something special
Second coming, false prophet, the bomb dropping
Hoes flocking, bros jocking cuz we popping
Walk into the function all free dranks
Triple OGs like oh geez thanks
Shake a couple hands and we sign a couple titties
Then it’s time to hit the road and terrorize another city

Watch me summon all these demons, I don’t need no practice
Black masses, mad bitches with fat asses
The fact is on every full moon
We gather in a circle just to speak in tongues and hum satanic tunes

7. Mass Foreigner
Jenkins ]

We’re certain when the curtains fall, the burdens only worse for y’all
We’re turning up this ethanol, and burning down this music hall
The protocol’s no different than when your backs against the wall
All the talks equal to null and your thoughts begin to dull
Got you beating down your skull, fuck the easy way out, maybe
I’m crazy, never idle but my hand’s the devil’s lately
Safety’s no concern of mine, we ride against the current
During thunderstorms occurring, scorching earth enduring
Foreign to the masses, Massachusetts induced us
To sniff dust and boost stuff, till lucid dreams are real enough
To capture in a bottle the spirit of America
Followed by two Lyrica, side effects will damage ya
Picture an elixir with a promise of forever
Advertised so clever, that you overlooked however
Now chemical dependencies with tendencies of suicide
Do or die, who am I? Take my life, fuck it

8. Lt. Danzig
Waldo ]

Zip your lips, lock it and throw away the key
Handcuff your dreams to the radiator and scream
Emotion is not a weakness, addiction not a disease
Fear is a virus, the media is a sneeze
The mainstream, geez, your gay memes, please
Spare me all the corniness boring me till I sleep
I’m horny until I skeet, said I’m horny until I skeet
I’m horny and your boring me, open your butt cheeks, freak
Feeling groovy, coconuts cover your boobies
Blonde hash and banana smoothies, I’ll use your booty
For a pillow or a bongo, we can hit the bongos swimming
Violaceous woman scantily clad in New England
She’s a big mouth bass and I’m wading in her river
Open my fly and I’m fishing
Fuck me, maple sizzurp on my damn crepes
Life is sweet, I swear to y’all that misery is man made

P-Crack ]

You feeling froggy? Jump into the mosh pit
Do it till you got sick and vomit on this goth bitch
Let’s get toxic, show you how to rock shit
Bubble in the pot, yeah we got it on lock kid

Jenkins ]

The roads get dusty, but the gold dust is on us
Show ’nuff, I bring the flizz and they will go nuts
Modus operandi to stand by the truth
If the chips are down, then heads’ll fly the coop
Devil in the deets, God up in the flesh
My third eye pineal got em all blessed
Rest is never needed, she the cousin of my death
So I’m buzzing on a dozen whippet oxide breaths
The clocks my guest, hourglass we toast
Caught a case up on my watch, nearly seen the Holy Ghost
Got a rollie, lets smoke, throat choking on the bud packed
This cognac I’m tipping back to compliment the contact
The soundtracks smooth, silver lining in my bump
As the mirror gets clearer you see where you begun
High strung, got nerves stealing serotonin
Hear the tone, mind blown, let the drip get you frozen

P-Crack ]

You feeling froggy? Jump into the mosh pit
Do it till you got sick and vomit on this goth bitch
Let’s get toxic, show you how to rock shit
Bubble in the pot, yeah we got it on lock kid

9. Rest in Pieces
Jenkins ]

Traveling a path past spazzed out, we crazy
Trafficking the grade A, passing lane 80
Shady when the C.I. ain’t the only one telling
Lips start moving when they’re told they’ll be a felon
Am I living in a double life if I just smile?
Acting like it’s straight man, I’ll see you in a while
Intimidate the witness see me grimace in the yard
Got you thumping on your bible mumbling up to your God
We ain’t talking to the same, when you walk into the flames
No B&E’s the thing in these parts it’s always open
So, take a seat, I can see, fake and cheat, the irony
I’m ironing out a better path for all convicted
Evicted is the ten-forty-three-seven-five
Into the world I’m dropping, see me popping I’m alive
I connived with the fiends, now I dine with the queen
Yeah I dive into dreams, never hide when I scream

See I died and came back, yeah I died and came back
Died and came back, yeah I died and came back
See I died and came back, yeah I died and came back
Died and came back, yeah I died and came back, yeah

P-Crack ]

I’ma tell you what the meaning of life is
To talk slick, fuck fat bitches and fight shit (oh)
I’ma tell you what the meaning of death is
Doesn’t matter cuz that last hit will leave you breathless (ah)
Let me tell you man they really don’t like you
They talking all that bullshit just to despite you
They gone tell you that it’s all in your head man
That’s a trick, but you treat them like you wasn’t a friend then
Better realize the meaning of life kid
Procreate dominate hate and divide it
Better realize the meaning of death
Nothing matters in the end and there ain’t nothing left (nothing left)
Understand it was written in the sand
When the first sun scorched monkey man walked the land (walked the land)
Recognize it’s been ‘scribed in the heavens
Constant struggle is the answer to the ultimate question.

So we resurrected death we the only ones left
Resurrected death we the only ones left
Resurrected death we the only ones left
So we resurrected death we the only ones left
Resurrected death we the only ones left
Resurrected death we the only ones left (Yo)

Jimi Carter ]

Are we living just to die? (are we living just to die?)
Having visions of the spirit in the sky
Sometimes I find it hard to carry on (find it hard to carry on)
When all my friends are dying and they left me all alone
Medicated to escape (medicated to escape)
I hate this fucking place, so that’s my only saving grace
And when it’s finally time for me to go (when it’s time for me to go)
I’ll be dead inside already, that’s the only life I know
Are we living just to die? (are we living just to die?)
Having visions of the spirit in the sky
Sometimes I find it hard to carry on (find it hard to carry on)
When all my friends are dying and they left me all alone
But I came back with a purpose (purpose)
I came back on a mission (mission)
For a while there I felt worthless (worthless)
And I lost sight of my vision (vision)
But I’m still alive and I realize that this life I got’s worth living
Even though I lost myself along the way, what a horrible feeling
Some of the time I’ll be crawling the ceiling, maybe I’m really just outta my mind
Maybe my old lady tells me I’m overreacting and everything’s actually fine
Maybe she’s lying, find myself dying inside but I’m climbing my way out the depths
That’s what I call resurrecting death (that’s what I call resurrecting death)
Yo, motherfuckers wanna talk about it when they see my problems all they do is gossip
Body laid out with the chalk around it, but I bet they remember to check the pockets
God damn, that’s foul son, work hard and play dumb
We live fast and die slow, then lie low in Bedlum

I died and came back, died and came back
Man they smile in your face driving knives through your back
See I died and came back, died and came back
Man they smile in your face driving knives through your back
See I died and came back, survived the attack
All these wack motherfuckers fake as hell, that’s a fact
I died and came back, died and came back
It’s the Outland Camp in this bitch, that’s a wrap

10. The End
Listen very carefully ]