Songs that I have made that you might tolerate

Vial of Lens

Didn't It

From a collection of unfinished songs from the 00's.

Metaphysical Aggro Rap. RIP Big MIc
2004

"Did you think I would forget to capture your whole mob? Send them out in stretchers, go and fetch your second squad."

Didn't It (2004)

First recording session in 8 years. 
Just threw it down to "Mr. Big".

Testing pre master online to see how it is affected.

Probably rerecord in a studio once a real track is made.

Sickness (2012)

GKTB Rough

"Contact" my first and only attempt to make a "commercial" song.

Contact - 2002

I made this in 97 because I was 7 years in music and jaded.
I think I'm going to fully recreate this one.

I dug up an old album from '03 so there will be some classics inbound.

Intro-
There they are. Drifting off into. The distant past.
And I sit upon my perch. I think this may be the last.
Day. Of life. For them all. To live.
And I feel emotion approaching. With pale skin and an enormous trench coat.
Walking. I start talking to myself. Thinking somethings not right.
But I haven't taken flight.
I am running now but what is it I'm supposed to be afraid of? 
The day or the night?
So I turn. To face. The wastes. That lay. Within that darkness.
But I still see and I still breathe. So I could not believe.
This is what you are afraid of.

One day will come that you will turn around just to face death. And maybe succeed.
But when it happened to me. I just faced it all. In disbelief.
I said how could I understand something that I cant. And still be afraid of it?
So then the entity saw me as a threat and he opened. His enormous cape up.

Then I started falling into the abyss. But kept calling.
”What is your name?!”
Then he answered. So then I responded with my own name.
”It. Is. EihtSics.”
Then right back to here it is that I came crawling.
To face these demons.
Standing right here face to face right before me.
I just started screaming.
Not of fear just to figure out.  How I can jump in and out 
Of these different faces.
Have I got your attention now?
Or maybe I’ll just jump into this crowd.
Maybe let off some rounds.

Forgot The Name

Contact DnB - Instrumental

*Initial rough version*

It’s not a new motto, just stop snitching

Stop lying. You aint no threat out here.
Y’alls hiding, scared to death out here.
No rules out here, you break mine, you pay too.
The truth will make you lie or the trap takes your eyes out.

So don’t try it. You might be crooked
I don’t buy it Stalk them snitches from the bushes
Walk them bitches to the woods
With your disorganized clique. Now what you doing?

Move a little weight, got caught with some cake
Get out the next day say the case wasnt straight?
I don’t care what you say, over here it gets you played.
Trick ass cliques out here getting sprayed.

Time to build your cross now show them who’s the boss now.
Time to count your losses but my reach just caught you.
See them on the streets where the heat just watches.
Or catch them upstate where I spot yall talking.

I know some bitches that want to avoid drama.
I seen some snitches wind up in comas.
I got some riches I made up off the corner.
Keep talking, talking, your witness statements.

I know some bitches that want to avoid. -CENSORED-
I seen some snitches wind up. -CENSORED-
I got some riches I made. -CENSORED-
Keep talking, talking, lips get sewn up.

Got a new watch but somebody stole it?
Got a tight whip, but you never get to roll it.
I got you on lock now, name like cottonmouth.
Game so rot got you singing to the cops.

Slang no stop? Bitch, we just popped yall.
Take it to the top. So you all getting dropped down.
Gone from that town. Just got smacked down.
You smoke too much crack. And the junky got your back now.

Fiends on the block sing. Caught you in the back out.
All with your pants down. Sagging since lockdown.
Maggots get tossed scraps out in our block now.
Neighborhood watch caught cops in your lap.

I’ll see you then clap. I’ll throw away the gat.
I’ll slap your moms in the mouth next time she is smacked out.
Oh shit, I think that’s a track. Not just this heat.
But all along her back arm.

I know some bitches that want to avoid drama.
I seen some snitches wind up in comas.
I got some riches I made up off the corner.
Keep talking, talking, your witness statements.

I know some bitches that want to avoid. -CENSORED-
I seen some snitches wind up. -CENSORED-
I got some riches I made. -CENSORED-
Keep talking, talking, lips get sewn up.

Witness Statements

Vend - 2006

DOOM - KANTIBUS  2024

Doom
It's Doom

Deadly rain keeps falling
All down your face
Are you crying?

Look at all these people now dying

Shots fired. I'm ducking.
I'm stuck in the past. (Doom)
A gun shot blast.
Aiming at me, I last.
Fool, I'm strong
I'm hanging to the will to survive

I strive. I sneak, duck, dodge
I dive.
Into the bushes
Now I'm pushing all your buttons
Wanna get stuck between me and a rock
But my glock kept cucking you.
(gunshots)
Fucking your bitches.

Now My Darkness seeps through, cold enough to submit you
And when I go and find you, then I'm gonna split you
And roll you like a blunt
6 feet of heat
I'll put you underwater
Put you 60 feet deep

Doom
It's Doom

Deadly rain keeps falling
All down your face
Are you crying?

Look at all these people now dying

These plans in motion, I been plotting
In my head, Im jotting them
when a gang of cops stop at my front door
What the fuck for?
What they want?
Cause I'm getting high off this blunt
Got me wondering why.

They wanna come inside where I reside
My residence
But idgaf im getting high off the evidence

Thinking about the days Of way back 
when I played the overlook
Mfers heads took and chopped

Now who is mobster?
In the restaurant consuming champagne and lobster
Now I got ya
In my hold
Now Lets forget about the days of old
Forget what you was told
Fool Lets move into the future

And now im playing neutral
Networking my players, just terror. Clearly A new me has arisen,
The game's not just given, against odds, I have risen
I came like I’m driven, my reign’s just beginning.

I don’t feel any of yall above or below me. 
So we will see if I kill them softly with my slang
Kill em softly with my game
Kill em softly with my doom


It's Doom
Deadly rain keeps falling
All down your face
Are you crying?
Look at all these people now dying

DOOM

Doom - KANTIBUS

this is just funny.
"A man of ferocity" *Rawwr

voice over practice w/ my cat Mystic

Fish Scales Swimming (Freestyle)

AI Version of my Song

Practice rough, studio version soon., 
SOFT WHITE UNDERBELLY

Here is a story about a long drive. Had Drakes life in my hands 
the steering wheel I held. superbowl 20 twelve 
I was in the ride with ya, your clown bodyguards,
and that mute bitch erika.
We had 3 whips and your managers dipped in the back ride, 
in case we got hit, you could just slip off out of sight
had your white boys middle ride, getting high
but to the side.. sitting
was your bodygaurd Judge thinking hes about to run shit
But y'all didnt know the real we was all just tracking you
At espn Next, we slipped a few packs in you
That will shake the set, new rapper getting trafficked too
Now we can shadow you, Play with your life, kidnap too.
you was asking each of us to show you the tracks in our mobiles
and getting salty when mine had nothing but the OGs. 
Took you to the traphouse, and you was really sweating
wasnt sure it was a good idea but that money youd be getting
quarter mill cash you thought you could hide it near me
Like them texts you be sending to your 17 yr old groupies.

And they call you back. I heard them call you back.
 and now we all call you.. BBL

i called my 7 foot bangers, they're gorillas in the mist
they was traveling behind 4th car and 5th
lil bro you aint shit, and the club scene was the best
20 guys outside with drake on their chest
holding up signs and even Cam Newton was twinking
but where were the adult women is all I was thinking
baby said you new money, would not close the club with you
You had to walk from the bus back to sensu solo
while Your white boys inside already screaming yolo
and you wanted to turn to the club up, 3 am it closed you didnt turn up.

345 and i had to return to my life
so I left your ass at sensu and took off in the night myself
damn your people cried, called me 20 times 
trying to get me to meet them but when i looked inside that bag

you are a stupid bitch to leave all that in my ride.
stuffed up under the seat only children have to hide shit

i bet with all the illegal estrogen you didnt want to claim it
told your managers, hang it, get out of town, dont say shit.
You was doing some fey shit to get your voice richer, pop will make it,
I knew that shit before you was born, bitch
You call yourself 6 god but a 6 is a G
dont play with me son, sweating the whole time you was near me.
hand a 50 clip to a tumbler teenager, I witnessed this
Your mute bitch dont talk, too young to remember this.
Why was baby kissing lil wayne?
We had to bug out that shit was insane
when we left the concert Nikki wouldnt hug you
left you out of range, she didnt trust you
like a crusty teenager trying to get dap from a nba baller and he doesnt see him
you was little bro and she was Pusha T
pushed you away from the V
you gave me backstage, i saw the whole scene,, only 20 in the crowd,
 the static from your mic was louder than your sound
got your clown ass bodyguards try to grab the wheel from me,
in my hood, in my own city?
I was selling bricks before you wore dresses
And your mama said you pretty 
dont even stress this, you soft as sheep in texas
sleep instead of breakfast
Thats why you a predator getting eaten by the meek
Out of the chain natural selection
soft bellied ****** get wheeled to detention
Mama Forgot him in the deli section
stuck looking at meat
never changed that perspective
I remember when you went on IG 
to show you didnt lose the bag but if it were to vanish
You would have never even got near me
Check out 15th and Fremont street, Vegas
Ill come up like Omar in the wire and stage this

You don't get street shit so let me sing this.
Speak your language like you say

You dont want no drama cause you got baby mamas and you aint allowed to play out in the streets.. Streets.. Boy

And if you're acting badly then those kids lose their daddy, and your babies won't get no good food to eat. 

Yeah both of them.

SOFT WHITE UNDERBELLY - [True Story]

KANTIBUS is an American producer/songwriter who has been creating songs since 1990.

It is a portmanteau of his first initial and last name. 

KANTIBUS started creating what would eventually become known as Drill or Trap Music, demonstrating expertise in both genres. 

As such, he is a pioneer of the "violent real life criminal" styles that exist still in the underground today. 

KANTIBUS

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