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#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.

слово нахуй

I just hit the switch, they can't move
Money got you talkin' loud, take it out
I just came to lay you down, let you down
Thought you had a say now? don't think you do
You know me, I let it brew
They forgot to lock him up, now he loose
Oxy five's or Seconal, I can't choose
Went too far, There's nothing now I can't do

You don't gotta pay for the tuition
Choppa got the auto-lock, I shoot you from a distance
I walk alone, nah I don't need assistance
Got the boy limpin, now he walkin' to the dentist

illitrate

1,2,3,4
1,2,3,4
1,2,3,4
1,2,3, What?
1,2
1,2,3
1,2
1,2
Tell me what I can't do

Make 'em go crazy, nah tell me what I can't do
Call me crazy, nah tell me what I can't do
How you gon teach me when you lookin' like a fool
So skinny, yeah you could use some food
Price goin' crazy, you gon pay what you can
Put that shit on, but she don't even care
If I knew you coming, I wouldn't even came
Go insane, yeah chasin' on that fame

I just killed myself, I'm just gon die
Yo step aside, you just lost your seat
It wasn't me, you barking wrong tree
Your shi stank, I can't even breathe
Said what I said, I ain't gon repeat
Straight yappin, pay a thousand dollar fee
I just walked in, got everything for free

JOAHH (jackass on a hi-horse)

Talk Talk No No No
Talk Talk No No
Talk Talk No No No
Talk Talk No No

Throwin' my life. On the shore now
Who's gonna save I'm not sure now
Will I ever come back no I don't know
Can't make it on time 'fore its all gone

Take you to my spot, can't be cuffin' no bih
Yeah she gon' keep askin' for a son
If I put you on spot, know the topic's gon switch
Now I want you to focus on the gun

G-G-G-GUN
G-G-G-GUN
G-G-G-GUN
G-G-G-GUN

Wonderin' now, how you do it, how you do it
I don't know, how you do it
Will let you know, if I see it, if I see it
It's probably gone, I'll never see it

Water my problems, they fully grown
Time I reap, what I sow
Waiting for the catch, but they ain't throw
But I make it out alive, you already know

RIOT

Can't trust you now, that shi really gone now
Got drugs in me, I can't really talk now
This shi hurtin' me but I'm not tryna slow down
Not sure if it's worth it, She wan really go down
Take that molly, I'm drained
She wanna fuck while I'm sane
Shoot that, my blood is taint
One more, I'm gonna faint
Raining now, I can find no shade
Feel like my life gon fade
Swear I love her, shoutout my bitch
Huggin' her jeans, I'm rich
She pinned me down, na I ain't resist
I need to risk it
Nah I can't resist
I need to risk it

Got drugs in here
Can't stress in here
Got weed in here
Got molly here
We can snort right here
We can snort right there
We can pop it here
Nah they don't care

Imma sleep, no I might not really wake up
Day and night, I got these dreams they make me stay up
I can't let you go but you made me go
No, you can't let me go so you held me close
I just know this ain't over, I'm hangin' in
Yeah I'm countin' days, I feel my body givin' in
They gonna chase me down, I know I'm stuck
No I can't hide while I got that bitch, she screamin

Got rain in here
Got snow in here
It's cold in here
It's hot in here
We could shout in here
We could scream in here
We could fuck in here
No, they can't hear

DRUGS R BAD

Imma show you love, take you to the jupiter
Imma cherish ya, pictures on the cellular
Imma second that, we gon make it together
She don't kiss and tell, I'm gon love her forever

I been askin' around for the ways to you
If you finally come around, I'll race to you
I be losin' my mind, the way you gleamin' up
I be losin' my mind, to be givin' up

Imma get stuck to you if you gon keep teasin' me
I can't listen to you if you don't keep pleasin' me

They gon leave tonight
We ain't gon sleep tonight
She ain't gon sleep tonight
I'm yours for the night
We gon beat the night
They ain't gon believe me
They ain't gon believe me

I just fucked up, eh eh
I just fucked up fucked up eh
I just fucked up, eh eh
I just fucked up, eh eh
I just fucked up, eh eh
I just fucked up, eh eh
I just fucked up, eh eh
I just fucked up, ehe
Listen to, Listen to me
You don't really ever listen to me

jupltr

Too bad I wish I knew sooner
Already low but I can go lower
We flyin' home it cannot get slower
When we reach its already over
Camera's off so go ahead delete it
If you can then go ahead defeat it
Push em to the side Push em to the side
Welcome to the side Welcome to the side

Ain't even sweat but we goin' on time
They just wanna know they be waitin' outside
Push em to the side yeah push me to the side
Push me to the side baby push em the side
Runnin' late but we fly right on time
Phone keeps buzzin' should we go online
I cannot decide yeah I cannot decide
I cannot decide baby I cannot decide

I know you're right and she ain't good for me
Ain't good for me ain't good for me
See me now I ain't lying I ain't good for you
Ain't good for you

Pull up to a pretty girl
She talkin' to a pretty girl
I'm talkin' to the pretty girl
She talkin' bout a pretty girl

Ain't even care where we goin'
They just wanna know they be waitin'
Push em to the side push em
Push em to the side push em

The Side

What up, What up
She don't even care what up, what else what up
She don't even care what else, what else
Don't even care what up, what up
Nah I don't even care, what else
She don't even care what else, what else
Nah she don't even care what else

Don't wanna go outside
She gon make me go outside
She gon make me come outside
I don't really go outside
I don't wanna go outside unless I have your hand, hand in hand
Yes I see it right beside, I almost got it, had in hand

Almost got it, had in hand
Had in hand, hand in hand
Yes I had it, had in hand
Had in hand, hand in hand
Yes I had it, had your hand
Had your hand, hand in hand
Yes I had it, had your hand
Had your hand in my hand, in hand

I'm on brink, one more feat
OMG, They gon' see
I'm gon' look, bite your lips
You can't blink, They can't blink

Runnin' my race, now I'm on second place so I switch my fit
I don't think I can face it, so I throw a fit
Talkin' that shit, Put 'em on place, So they can't speak

HAD in HAND

Bear Sigma Crow
Lyrics: Pablo Anthony Diaz

You heard whispers, your name in the silence.
And now feel your breath catch in dreams.
Come.
The Bear waits.
The Wolf walks.
The Crow watches.
Become.

I wear the coat of thunder / calm like the weight of stone
I speak with silence louder / than a thousand broken bones
Built walls from my own marrow / keeping the fire in
But harm the unprotected / and see the beast within
I nurture with holy fury / my peace is war delayed
My back’s a mountain range / my spirit never fades
You call it rage — I call it prayer / I bend no knee to kings
The forest knows me by my name / the wind, it hears me sing
Each breath is resurrection / my scars a choir's hymn
I carry ancient wisdom / in thick and golden skin

Bear / Sigma / Crow — I walk alone, it’s always known
Claws in dirt / and thoughts like knives / I see the world beneath the lies
Bear / Sigma / Crow — I rise from ruin, I break the bold
Call to the ones who don’t belong / this is your blood, bleeding in a song

I walk with frost on my shoulders / and silence in my chest
No pack behind, no leash in sight / my soul’s a lonely quest
I study every heartbeat / map meaning from the breath
Balance is not a feeling / it’s the rhythm after death
I forge my path in whispers / I shape the dark like clay
I'm not alpha, not beneath him / I was born my own damn way
A beast with savage precision / a lover armed for war
They crown it SIGMA / for always knowing more
I see the scripture etched in your skin / hold communion with the storms you hide
Master what would master you / until you are whole inside

Count your enemies twice / and your doubts even more
Keep your truths beneath your tongue / and your traps ready to lore
Crows don’t fight with strength — we strategize the scheme
They hunt for coins and dollars / I witness what can't be seen
I remember every insult / I dissect every face
I store the patterns in my mind / then vanish without trace
I'm the prophet in your mirror / the whisper in the wire
I'm the thief of every secret / the speaker of untold desire
So speak your lies with caution / I record the undertone
And while you are absorbed in your sense of self / I’m destroying the throne

Bear / Sigma / Crow — we rise unknown, we carve in stone
We burn the maps and blaze alone / we own the dark, make it a throne
Bear / Sigma / Crow — not made for praise but, not bred to bow
We howl, we guard, we think, we grow / this is the call BEAR, SIGMA, CROW!

You hear the call O' Defiant one?
He’s calling the strange and strong.
...and, If your blood stirs…
Then this is your song.
Bear
Sigma
Croooow
Crow
Crow

Bear Sigma Crow

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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. 

Pablo Díaz | NeuroDefiant

Autistic wiring, Boricua blood, rebel lungs.
I flip folklore into 808 earthquakes, shred genres like receipts, and baptize every mix in righteous distortion. No labels, no gatekeepers, just raw brainfire and busted-knuckle soul. If it shakes the system or sparks a riot, you’ll find it here. Press play, get rattled, stay weird.

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