Simp Sick! is here—times five. This new drop delivers a menacing blend of beats, vocals, and swagger across five distinct iterations that push boundaries in every direction:

    Simp Sick! – The main cut, a club-ready anthem showcasing punchy bars and playful teasing. It keeps the energy high with a slick, head-nodding groove, perfect for a midnight dancefloor takeover.
    
    Simp Sick! (Miami 8 Mix) – Fueled by extreme bass and a sultry, Minnie Mouse–styled vocal, this version cranks up the subwoofers and takes the flirtation to a new level. Prepare for serious sonic rumbles.
    
    Simp Sick! (Electric Danger Carousel) – An EDM-flavored reinvention, complete with high-octane synths and the artist shouting the lyrics for a raw, festival-ready vibe. Equal parts chaos and electrifying fun.
    
    Simp Sick! (Almost Mormon Edit) – The “cleanest” version of the bunch, though still far from saintly. Lyrics get toned down just enough for a near-radio feel, yet the beat remains downright addictive.
    
    Simp Sick! (Toxic Tease Rework) – Rosa Sparx steps in with a moody, ballad-style twist that spotlights the same chorus but with fresh verses, giving the track a seductive slow-burn and a showcase for the artist’s vocal range.

Together, these five cuts of Simp Sick! deliver a multifaceted ride through swagger, sex appeal, and unapologetic power plays—ensuring there’s a style for every listener ready to embrace their inner tease.

Lyrics- 
[Verse]
Fall in line
Tippin on highways
No exit signs
What your mother tell you
Don't be shy
I got enough for all your minds
Said we can bide our time
And
Hey
Every guy
Know that I'm the girl they need
Top of mind
All I had to do was breathe
When we vibe
Y'all are penitentiary
Be not deceived
Look at what I'm breathin' tonight

[Chorus]
Bitch I'm SimpSick
Bitch I'm SimpSick (ahhh)
All these men stuck in my grip
You won't breathe when you see what I'm describin'
Hypnotized the moment I vibin
Yea
Bitch Ig SimpSick (Ahhh)
[Verse 2]
Count the crimes
Suicide genocide homicide
Never felt this limited
And
Hey
Come with me
I'll be your divinity
Play with me
Let me be your shining star
Grant all of your wishes
With a kiss inside your car
Live our dreams with your head up my loved one
All roads must return to my heart scope

[Chorus]
SimpSick
Bitch I'm SimpSick (ahhh)
All you men stuck in my grip
You won't breathe when you see what I'm describin'
Got em hypnotized the moment I vibin'
Bitch I'm SimpSick (ahhh)

[Verse 3]
Fall in line
Open the gates and
I caught your eyes
No need to pussyfoot around
This time
You'll be the one makes up your mind

[Chorus]
Bitch I'm SimpSick
Bitch I'm SimpSick
All these men just beggin' for me
Look at their faces
Their growth is just psychotic
About get wasted
When they're comin' down off it
Cuz bitch I'm
SimpSick
SimpSick

Simp Sick (Rosa Sparx Toxic Tease)

Day 15 of 35 in the #35in35 campaign

Suno user Lunas Dreams first built this concept of the "Golden Line" as a metal track—then I ran it through a Triple KANTIBUS PASS and it morphed into an Evanescence-style original demo. It sounded epic but too amorphous to follow, so I reshaped it next in a Fleetwood Mac–inspired folk-rock haze. Ultimately, its heart called for an unexpected home: a brooding, minor-key duet where a world-weary baritone and soulful contralto trade verses like Johnny Cash and Dolly Parton beneath moonlit skies.

Recorded at 80 BPM with intimate acoustic fingerpicking, warm Hammond organ, and a sudden floor-tom “whiplash” crash after the first refrain. Tension builds through shimmery electric guitar, orchestral swells, and a final full-band crescendo. This is the culmination of the concept—mythic, cinematic, and unforgettable.

Produced, written, and performed by KANTIBUS AIMA Tectonic V1.0

The Golden Line

🔊 New Release Alert – #17 of 35 in my #35in35 Campaign! 🚀

This week on #BackwardsThroughRock, I’m diving deep into the Velvet Underground’s shadowy art-rock realm with “Step Into..” — a stark, neon-lit dirge for the disillusioned.

🎸 Verse 1 opens on a lone guitar pluck, haunted by an organ drone that underpins lines about stolen crowns and silent screams. A muted bass pulse and raw guitar scratches cut through the gloom, punctuated by a tense floor-tom fill.
🔥 In the Chorus, we turn whispers into roars, shattering truths into ash and etching our names in the rusted remains of old dreams.
🎹 Verse 2 drifts through a neon haze, each note a dagger, before a wrenching requiem for what went wrong.
🔗 The Bridge delivers a cold reality check — no redemption, only broken lines and borrowed sorrows — and the Outro fades on tape-hiss, dissolving into fractured minds and velvet shadows.

“Step Into..” is a minimalist masterpiece: talk-sung vocals, single-coil fuzz, organ drones, and neon outlines keeping the spirit of Lou Reed alive while pushing my own Triple KANTIBUS Pass vibes.

Hit ▶️ to listen, drop a comment with your favorite lyric, and stay tuned—only 18 more to go!

Step Into...

Track #31 of the #35in35 campaign, “For Sale” finds KANTIBUS cooking up hustle metaphors over a trap beat that crackles with heat. His clipped triplets and echoing ad-libs riff on paper cuts, oil-slick Chevy drips, and cash-stack alchemy—each lyric a gritty ingredient in a formula forged by filtered guitar hiss, reversed vocal chops, and metallic 808s. The hook’s relentless mantra—“I really hustle, I really really hustle, Really?”—echoes like a neon-lit siren in an urban oven, while the bridge’s low-pass suffocation underscores the survivalist grit.

For Sale

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

A lost 2013 demo resurrected straight from the heart of the Las Vegas convention circuit, “Magic” is KANTIBUS’s no-holds-barred takedown of self-styled mentalists and their “grift-and-shift” mind games. Anchored by a driving boom-bap beat and swirling, dissonant synth tones, the track unfolds as a blistering rant—half confessional, half manifesto—against hackneyed telepathy tricks and cheap patter. Over staccato flows and razor-sharp wordplay, KANTIBUS skewers those who trade in “mediocre mind exploits,” calling listeners to question every slight-of-hand claim and dig deeper into what real magic (and real insight) should feel like.

Float Like Blaine

🔊 NEW DROP: “Silhouette”
Originally slated as my debut radio single with Sony back in ’02. Put on ice by an 18-month stretch, “Silhouette” finally sees the light. This is more than a track; it’s the anthem I built for the airwaves. From cinematic strings to hard-hitting drums, every bar cuts deep into streets and studios alike. It’s the raw confession of survival, the sermon of a comeback, and the blueprint for anyone grinding for the top.

🎧 Feel the first-single energy. Press play, turn it up, and let “Silhouette” own your speakers.
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Silhouette

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. 

Simp Sick (Rosa Sparx Toxic Tease)

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