Name: persono bordolo by cicada
Duration: 2 min 8 s
Description: Personality borderline - hold up buttercup

Personality borderline - hold up buttercup

persono bordolo

#11 of 35—“Didn’t It?” slams open the doors to a fractured reality. Sinister sub-bass, whispering demons, and a tyrant’s throne collide in a visceral journey through fire, ice, and street lore. Only the chosen break free.

A lone architect of chaos grips the world in his hand—turning streets to embers, shepherding lost souls, and casting verdicts with silent gun-clicks. From murmured echoes to siren-stacked anthems, Day 11 delivers the unfiltered pulse of power and paranoia.

“Didn’t It?” by Kantibus

Poetic Abstract
A lone figure stalks dim streets, tempted by inferno’s blaze and icy calm beyond. Each panel fractures his identity—survivor, seeker, sage—until all paths converge in one moment of clarity.

“Didn’t It?” by Kantibus

Didn't It.

Nemesis
Day 22 of #35in35 • KANTIBUS

Step into the shadow with “Nemesis,” a dark-R&B/Chicago-Drill hybrid that feels like a power ballad whispered from the underworld. At a driving 145 BPM in C♯m, it layers sliding 808 glides and syncopated triplet hi-hats beneath a haunting bell motif and sparse, oppressive pads.

But the real knockout is the vocal: a measured, icy delivery that suddenly unleashes a 12-second melismatic belt—pure sustained power that hangs in the air like a challenge. Verses land like calm storms (“Permission denied, said your epitaph.”), the hook hits with chilling precision, and the final cry—“Nemesis reigns—bow to the calm storm!”—echoes long after the beat fades.

💥 Drop a “💀” if that held note sent chills

Nemesis

Track #32 of my #35in35 series.

This one goes all the way back.
I wrote the original lyrics in 2002, during a development deal with Sony Music. I was young, moving from place to place, watching people sell out or fade out. Even then, I knew money was the real religion.

This is the final version—cinematic trap with that cold confession energy. Heavy soul samples, big 808s, no sugarcoating. Somewhere between raw street memoir and a warning.

Imagine the storytelling weight of a classic record, but set to modern drums—think of the lineage of all the voices that tried to make sense of what money does to families, dreams, and self-respect.

This is the kind of song that doesn’t ask for validation. It just lays out the truth. If you feel it, you feel it. If not, keep it moving.

Money is a religion.

I Never Thought (Green)

Track #33 of my #35in35 series.

This one goes back to 1996.
I wrote it as a proclamation—part prophecy, part threat. A reminder that the quietest voice in the room can still be the one that takes over everything.

“Tonight the Crier Calls” is about systematic conquest. The ceremony before the crown. The moment when the doors open, and everyone inside realizes their world just changed.

This isn’t just bravado. It’s a statement of intent: no matter where you come from, if you survive long enough, you get to define the terms.

Calm delivery. Heavy drums. No apology.

Tonight the Crier Calls...

"INTERSECTIONS" — KANTIBUS
Track 34 of #35in35

“Intersections” mourns what’s lost at the crossroads of youth, ambition, and consequence. Written after the tragic loss of a close friend at just 21, this song channels grief into an introspective navigation of modern life—where paths wind endlessly, but rarely connect.

In a fractured city of neon-lit distractions, we chase meaning through twisted roads that lead nowhere. Kantibus delivers raw lyricism and spectral reflection over minimalist beats that pulse like streetlamps on an empty freeway. It’s not just about losing someone—it’s about how easily we lose each other in the process.

The song sits near the end of 35in35 for a reason: it’s both a reckoning and a requiem.

For the ones we couldn’t save.
For the choices we made at every turn.
And for the silence that follows when the music fades.

Intersections

Track 35 of 35 from the #35in35 campaign
(June 2 – July 5, 2025) Only 33 days needed.

This is the moment. The final round. I didn’t come to rap. I came to document, dominate, and distill an era into 35 days. From June through July, I pushed every dialect, crossed regional boundaries, broke genre walls, and kept pace without pause (except one day, July 4, let the fireworks breathe).

“The Final Round” is prophecy and war cry. It’s the last bell in a fight against obscurity. I wrote this from the brink, between memories of friends I lost and demons I faced. It begins as a falsetto whisper and ends in triumph, not because I survived the game, but because I changed the rules.

This ain’t just a track. It’s the crown.

The Final Round

Step into the vault with my darkest trap opus yet. “Ho Stages” is a cinematic heist rap built on guttural subs, and razor-sharp synth stabs. Imagine moonlit bank jobs, gun-click metronomes and tension-soaked choir chops—all under a blood-red full moon.

Produced • Mixed • Mastered: KANTIBUS

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HoStages

"Send Me Back to Start" is cinematic street rap turned supernatural revenge tale. A murdered hustler returns from the afterlife with infinite lives. Resurrected through the Konami Code to haunt his enemies and flip their world inside out. Noir energy meets trap grit, with a storyline that feels like gangland mythology colliding with video game lore. Dark, moody, and theatrical, this is KANTIBUS at his most experimental, turning vengeance into an art form.

Send Me Back to Start

Noir procedural trap. No corkboard, no red string. Just paperwork and absence. Baritone cadence over sub-808 and sparse tom hits, moving through burner rotations, UV watermarks, escrow timestamps and freight-yard meetups. The creed runs through the hook: “Keep low. Move clean. Don’t speak. Don’t lean.”
Written & produced by KANTIBUS. 

Chain of Custody

A trap noir dispatch from the aftermath. 
Sirens fade, screens glow, attention feeds on flame. 

Go Viral! cuts at clout-hunting and ring-light martyrdom, flipping the chorus into a cold mantra. Distorted pads, heavy 808s, and a whiplash post-refrain hit keep the tension coiled while the hook lingers like smoke.
Themes: outrage economy, signal vs. substance, metrics over meaning.

If a line sticks, drop it in the comments and tell me where you felt the switch flip.

Go Viral!

Can I borrow your chapstick...I need your lips against mine.

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