Make The Pie Bigger
#30 of the #35in35 Campaign

“Make The Pie Bigger” is KANTIBUS at his most ruthless—track #30 in an unrelenting 35-songs-in-35-days marathon. From the opening metallic 808 hits and jitter-bug hi-hats to the clipped triplet flow and L-C-R–layered hooks, every element is forged for maximum impact. Gritty filtered guitar licks and shadowy tape hiss swirl around noir-style synth stabs and reversed samples, giving the beat a tense, subterranean vibe.

Lyrically, KANTIBUS navigates oil-slick streets and rain-drummed rooftops, painting a hustler’s world of blood-baptized ledgers, barrel smoke confessions, and sub-bass rumbles under blade-slick moons. His sharpened snares snap like gunshots, while ad-libs creep in stereo, heightening the widescreen drama. This is an audible testament to survival, ambition, and the relentless grind.

Game Make the Pie Bigger

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

A hard-hitting, trap-fueled exposé that peels back the velvet curtain on power and predation. Vinyl crackle and bent-piano twang set the stage, while distorted 808s and synth-squeals drive a relentless beat. Raw verses paint a picture of a suited figure trafficking hush money and private flights, slipping past age-of-consent lines. Epstein’s shadow looming over every bar. The hook cuts deep: “He love ’em young,” a chilling mantra underscored by ghost snares and sub-bass thuds. Perfect for dark playlists, this track is not for the faint of heart.


Lyrics:

He love ‘em young, huh?
(I seen the list, remain in mist)
Suit too clean, but his soul too rust
Mans got planes, got friends, got hush
Hush money stretch like a limo bus

[Verse 1]
Black Suburban, tinted deep like morals dipped
He smile at cameras, but his side-eye slick
Ties to islands, flights with no timestamps
Passport game heavy, names never land
He say "future’s female", then he DM’d mine
Said "don’t worry ‘bout the age", that line too slime
Said "it’s legal where I’m from", cool, where’s that sun?
I don’t mess with creeps who redefine "young"
You talk policy, but I seen receipts
CashApp move faster than your press briefings
Big dog? Nah, just a collar with a leash
Call your donor base, tell ‘em I ain’t cheap
Hush that flight log, burn them tapes
fake the sunburn, but you can’t escape
I see you squirm when her age gets raised
Bet you get quieter than the grave when faced

[Verse 2]
Grew up round pushers, pimps and code
They had rules, "no kids" was wrote
But you sip with suits who don’t blink at that
Lil girl cries, you just hand her a bag
Y’all the weirdest gangsters I ever did see
All power, no honor, no G-code breed
You ain’t hard, you just funded and soft
Y’all cover sins with campaign cloth
Epstein gone, but the echoes still play
Black book names in a tighter ballet
Y’all bought silence, I brought bass
You brought shame, I brought face

[Bridge]
They talk age like a checkbox
She talk fear like a deadlock
He talk fame like a flex spot
I talk truth from a dreadlocked block

[Final hook]
He love ‘em young, I seen the list
Fake father types with a teen on the wrist
“She grown now” but she still got braces
Congrats, you the king of hidden cases

Red Room

A mashup made with different Jelly Roll tracks.

JellyRoll Mashup by Julz

🔻 Song Insight
“Turn Me Off” is a razor-edged punk-pop anthem built on the ashes of people-pleasing and toxic nostalgia. Laced with sarcasm and dark humor, the track pulls no punches about betrayal, wasted time, and that moment you finally take your life back. It’s a cathartic soundtrack for anyone who’s tired of being polite and ready to reclaim their power—with the volume cranked up.

🔻 Lyrics
Intro:
I found my spot, the one I craved
Hiding under all the mess I made
Brittle as fuck, yeah, I cracked
Bent and broken, right off these fucking tracks

Verse 1:
Arms marked up from the shit I did for you
No more excuses—yeah, I saw it through
Was it love or just an excuse?
Does it matter—nothing's enough for you

Kindness was a game, you played it well
But you were never good enough to sell
Cut and slice, hammer crashed it well
Pulling out memories, burnt as hell

Chorus:
You’re the storm in my summer,
The shit on my shoe—remember? (Yeah, you do)
Milk gone bad, ruined my point of view
You’re the worst day, never my center
That was my life with you, and yeah, it’s true
You turned me on just to turn me off

Verse 2:
People say I’m cruel, forgetting the good
Fuck that shit, you’d run too if you could
You poisoned the parts that used to thrive
Watched them wither, die inside

You metastasize—won’t go away
A mole in my head, just growing gray
You haunt my mind, rent-free
But you don’t belong here, so fuck off—PLEASE

Bridge:
Static on my radio,
Don’t like my station? Change it—
If my noise offends you, good, turn the dial
Or stick around, I’ll make it worthwhile
(What's a dial?)

Chorus:
You’re the storm in my summer,
The shit on my shoe—remember? (Yeah, you do)
Milk gone bad, ruined my point of view
You’re the worst day, never my center
That was my life with you, and yeah, it’s true
You turned me on just to turn me off

Outro, Spoken – Deadpan:
Some say it’s masked love—whatever the fuck
Eat a dick, get bent, I’m fresh outta luck
The depths I’ve exposed—just a window—
If you never loved, you never lost—
Guess that’s how we grow—

I’m like a podcast or a late-night stream
Just your noise? Never a dream—
Turn me on or fuck me off—and enjoy the show.

Otherwise, keep going—this is MY space now.

speaker 1:
“MySpace, wasn’t that a place for pedophiles?”
speaker 2:
“No, you’re thinking of MyFace.”
speaker 1:
“Oh, wait… how do you know?”
speaker 2:
"It was on the news, right?"
speaker 1:
"Your pager’s going off, better get that"
speaker 2:
"Oh shit, it’s 911, I gotta get this, you got a phone?"


🔻 Personal Reflection
I spent years making myself small for other people—trying to be liked, to be “enough,” to keep the peace. But there’s a point where you realize you can’t save anyone who’s set on destroying themselves (or you). “Turn Me Off” is me reclaiming my life, my voice, and my sense of humor. It’s blunt, loud, and finally honest—because I’m done apologizing for existing.

🔻 4Me2BeFree
Every 4Me2BeFree track is a slice of lived experience, spun into something cinematic and real. With “Turn Me Off,” I’m doubling down on the mission: take raw truth, twist it into something you can feel, and make sure no one walks away unmoved. Whether you’re laughing, hurting, or raging along, the goal is always the same—turn pain into connection, and never hold back.
🔻 Copyright Notice
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Turn Me Off

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🔻 Song Insight

Bad Bitch is the sound of reckless affection and unapologetic lust, crashing through the neon haze of a wild night. It’s an anthem for anyone who’s ever wanted to live unfiltered, say what they feel, and laugh their way through the chaos. With lyrics that blur the line between bravado and vulnerability, the song bottles up the adrenaline of late-night hookups, skatepark dares, and that addictive connection you only find with someone who matches your energy. This is not about perfect love—it’s about messy, unforgettable nights that leave you breathless and wanting more.

🔻 Lyrics

Intro:
Yeah!
Let’s go—

Verse 1:
You got me caught up,
Trapped inside of you
Fucked up head, it’s true
Do whatever you wanna do
I'm young in full of goo

Can’t keep my thoughts in line
Falling hard, I’m losing time
Living fast, I crave the crash
Got my hard on under your lap
Feeling that it's just a tap

Pre-Chorus:
It’s my private time when I’m all alone
Talking dirty on the phone
You send your pics, I lose control
Breathe you in—I’m ready to go

Chorus:
You’re my bad bitch,
Always on my mind
Clothes on the floor,
Leaving all behind
You’re my bad bitch,
Screaming through the night
We light it up,
'Til the morning light

Verse 2:
Threads breaking, mind’s a glitch
Clothes are scattered, fuckin’ rich
Eyes roll back, we’re running wild
Shyness always been your style
But I know how far you'll go
Open up I'm ready to flow

Breakdown:
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Bridge:
Feisty bitch, you love the show
Stars above and we’re lying low
You got that grip, I drive too far
Crashing through the morning dark

Chorus:
You’re my bad bitch,
Always on my mind
Clothes on the floor,
Leaving all behind
You’re my bad bitch,
Screaming through the night
We light it up,
'Til the morning light

Spoken:
Ewwww dude what is that!
Oh shit, that’s where it landed!
Yeah, you should read the directions!

Outro / Hook:
Yeah, my bad bitch—
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Yeah, my bad bitch—
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
We light it up,
'Til the morning light

🔻 Personal Reflection

Bad Bitch was born from a night where nothing went as planned but everything felt alive. It’s about that fearless energy you get from the right person—the kind that lets you be dirty, goofy, and real. I wanted to capture the vibe of skating after dark, breaking rules, and finding that someone who’s just as unhinged as you are. Sometimes the messiest moments make the best memories.

🔻 4Me2BeFree

Every 4Me2BeFree song is a permission slip to be more: more reckless, more vulnerable, more alive. With Bad Bitch, we take all the awkward, funny, sexy, and raw pieces of ourselves and turn them into something you can dance to. We’re here to make music that’s honest, a little dangerous, and totally unforgettable—because freedom isn’t clean, it’s chaotic, and that’s what makes it beautiful.

🔻 Copyright Notice

All lyrics and content featured in this post are protected under copyright (© 2025) and have been securely time-locked and validated through a crypto-based verification system to ensure originality and ownership. Unauthorized reproduction or distribution of any part of these works without explicit consent is strictly prohibited.

Bad Bitch

All your favorite Soca songs of 2025 and a preview of some 2026 tracks also.

MIA Flight 822 (Miami 2025) Explicit Content.

Nope just the words -

[Intro]
I hate this month  
Reminds me who you are  
Should've said no  
But I dove in too far  

[Verse 1]  
Now it's dope, stuck in fucked  
Ugly c**t, wasted days  
Craycray, I'm gay  
October death parade  
Anniversary of failure,  
Regret in the shade  

[Pre-Chorus]  
Why oh why, should've let go  
Just another hoe,  
Another wasted blow  

[Chorus]  
You like it kinky?  
Broken in your bed  
Glitches in your sex,  
Hope you make it out alive instead  
Good luck surviving  
You won't find me trying  
It's gray and dead—  
I fucking know what you said  

[Verse 2]  
Another wasted life  
I ain't staying up all night  
Tracks I held back, I had tact  
All the substances you lack  
Every line you track  
Your ways gone unaligned  
Shit got bad, time’s not on your side  

[Bridge – Breakdown]  
Fist about to collide,  
I ain't even lying  
This time it's live,  
369—get st8 fucked,  
Something you don’t know about  
But that’s nothing new  
Care Bear full of goo  
Stuck-up pride,  
Now run and go hide  
Fruition's a bitch,  
And I got nothing but time  

[Chorus – Refrain, more vicious]  
F**k him, he is p**sy white trash  
Money ain’t class,  
Just Hamptons trash,  
With a side of hoe and blow  
You love being low—  
That’s all you’ll ever know  

[Outro – Voicemail Static]  
I hope October haunts you  
I hope you feel this too  
I’m done with every song about you  
This is the last truth  



October Death Parade

tribute to original 2016's meme https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=doA9R9k4C9s

VODKA BEARSTEP [DEMO]

"If it didn’t matter, it wouldn’t hurt. Pain is the gift of knowing you’re alive."

4Me2BeFree is more than music—it’s my story, my scars, and my survival. Every song is a piece of me, a raw melody of love, heartbreak, and resilience. I blend AI-generated vocals and instruments with real emotions, turning my experiences—especially from an LGBTQ+ perspective—into something that speaks to anyone who's ever felt lost, broken, or just searching for something real.

Breakup songs? Yeah, they hit different. Music carries us through the worst of it, and every generation finds their own anthems of love, loss, and getting back up. Heartache doesn’t care about age, gender, or where you come from—music connects us all.

I make music because I’ve been there. The pain, the anger, the hope—it's all in these songs. If something here hits home for you, let it. If you feel something, let me know. That’s the connection that keeps this alive.

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. 

“Happiness is the new rich. Inner peace is the new success. Health is the new wealth. Kindness is the new cool.” 

The Big Bad International Spoil Brattz Sound.

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