Fresh Crops
by ST x LIAM
Marie-Chantal
“Guys from Montréal who do something different! It's amazing for hip hop scene in Quebec. It's their first release on bandcamp. The beat of this album is deep and with a great sound system... it's better! it reminds me the montreal group Rainmen! After rainmen, i've never stopped to listen hip hop. St and Liam gave a great album!”
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Heavyweights
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Whatthehellisdis?
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Real Life
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No Shit Like This
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Interlude 2
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High Education
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PSA
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about
Fresh Crops is the result of many months of hard work. We want to thank our families, friends and associates for helping us get through this project.
Special thanks to: Aïsha Cariotte Vertus, first and foremost, for linking us up. CHIBI aka BB-Boy, our main inspiration. Charles Cozy, Green Hypnotic, High-Klassified, Da-P, .nox, Kaytranada, Musoni, Docteur Mad and the rest of the Alaiz crew. Artbeat Montreal - much love! Big shouts to Bruce and the rest of ONE.UP, NateEM, Reese & Kate, MathieuTL, JPolo, MartinGDP, XP and the Lorraine Mayor PhilBP. Shouts out to Petit Hibou, Spindéman, PL, Shawn and Nik Brxvkin. Thank you to everybody who takes the time to listen and appreciate Fresh Crops, we appreciate it more than you will ever know.
- ST x LIAM
Special thanks to: Aïsha Cariotte Vertus, first and foremost, for linking us up. CHIBI aka BB-Boy, our main inspiration. Charles Cozy, Green Hypnotic, High-Klassified, Da-P, .nox, Kaytranada, Musoni, Docteur Mad and the rest of the Alaiz crew. Artbeat Montreal - much love! Big shouts to Bruce and the rest of ONE.UP, NateEM, Reese & Kate, MathieuTL, JPolo, MartinGDP, XP and the Lorraine Mayor PhilBP. Shouts out to Petit Hibou, Spindéman, PL, Shawn and Nik Brxvkin. Thank you to everybody who takes the time to listen and appreciate Fresh Crops, we appreciate it more than you will ever know.
- ST x LIAM
credits
released 10 November 2012
All tracks are produced by Liam, except for High Education, produced by Liam and Simon Tempo.
All tracks were recorded at LM Cool Cat Studio, except for Something Different, recorded at Da Coast Records.
All tracks were written by ST, except for Something Different, written by ST and Green Hypnotic.
All rights reserved to Liam and ST.
Artwork by Liam.
2012
Contact:
Info/booking: stxliam@gmail.com
Twitter: @ST514 @_liamliamliam
All tracks are produced by Liam, except for High Education, produced by Liam and Simon Tempo.
All tracks were recorded at LM Cool Cat Studio, except for Something Different, recorded at Da Coast Records.
All tracks were written by ST, except for Something Different, written by ST and Green Hypnotic.
All rights reserved to Liam and ST.
Artwork by Liam.
2012
Contact:
Info/booking: stxliam@gmail.com
Twitter: @ST514 @_liamliamliam
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- Track Name: Heavyweights
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Surviving is a matter of basic striving
You get ate in silence if you a pup the wolves'll rip inside ya
Get it right cause I have, and if I get in cyphers
You won't see a Future in rap unless its Mekhi Phifer
I'm sick like Phife Dawg, but we both getting better, I'm all
Ways getting chedda, hallways getting fed up
Of the kush smell, like you would tell,
Blunt bigger and deffer, you know I got that good L
Hell, I beat down the spliff, heat round the piff
My high education is Beantown legit
Simontology, knowledge MIT wouldn't get
Get inside the circle you'll believe all my ish…
HOOK (X2):
In the Real City we got paper and dro
Rides, bitches and snow, inside the city blows
…Cause we heavyweights, making money in any way
Get by while the city shakes you already know
We out there in the elements, facing terrible
Charges livin large but it's hard to live a bit
All about get the chips
Swinging potatoes like Idaho, on your side like you just made a dish
Smellin like a plate of fish
Dead horse head on your bed if we're fed with your hater tricks
Mount Real saviour it's TIME I come lay the hits DOWN
Just need a Macbook, Kush and a naked bitch
I'm a chef, you ain't gotta ask what's cooking
Let me serve it on the plate and appreciate the pudding
I wouldn't, get it poppin just for the money I could get
I just wanna wreck the set from Muntree all the way to Brooklyn
HOOK (X2):
In the Real City we got paper and dro
Rides, bitches and snow, inside the city blows
…Cause we heavyweights, making money in any way
Get by while the city shakes you already know - Track Name: Whatthehellisdis?
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Get inside the sickness
They thought I'd vanish quicker than triple sixes inside crucifixes
Only rolling thick spliffs, Dutchmasters double fold
When I'm back from Uptown on my bizness
Liam on the mix bitch, this ain't gonna make sense
To you unless you on this rich shit, brilliant mixed with
Streets smarts that you dimwits
Can't understand, I'm playing God with you Christians, now hit this
Piff got you paranoid
Sounds echo round ya ears in a parrot's voice
Lazy flow cause the dro got me paralyzed
Play par on this green, one stick, attaboy
White kids go crazy, black ones are reticent
Cause I'm more Brady Bunch than I'm the Jeffersons
To me, fellow rappers are venison
Rare meats that I hunt for, y'all can never win
I'm on my kettle chips, roll blunts with heroin
Numb face gets son laced with a pair of chins
Jay Leno flow split it up when the parrots sing
Copycats copycats send em in
I'm Peter Parker swinging, web through the towers
Led to the next room Spidey Sense power
Blowing on that sour, but you already knew that
The movement is moving and there's no place for the cowards
I'm on my Avenger shit, Hulk in the flesh and shit
You set a bar but lord am I stepping it
Take a trip, Breckenridge, snow and and a leftist bitch
In the room looking out wondering what the hell is this…. - Track Name: I Was Gonna Go To Sleep (But Then I Wrote A Verse)
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I seen leaders get elected, monuments get erected
The lonely percent celebrate while the rest are disrespected
Caviar cakes and champagne showers are blessed with
Daily occasions to consume them if the power selected
YOU, large universe with a small pond
We all fishes, feeling radioactive from the tall bombs
Tiny men drop, but we're not armed
We chose to invest the power of society in dot coms
Shit, blinded visions of higher wisdom that sits upon us
Blocked by the lying fiction a wild addiction to products
They flying missiles testing mixes and the line's official
Feels like if they working for themselves it means that they against you
Now think about it,
They educated you, so of course your judgment is clouded
You always stay in line yet never feel like a coward
In the night time, they take those who wanna be empowered
HOOK:
I was gonna go to sleep, but then I wrote a verse
Thinking about the hunter and the prey, and which role is worse
Die at the top with bloody hands or alone, solo
Thinking about what you would do if the roles reversed
Believe sacrifice's an option for the bigger church
People on the war boards all looking miniature
Die at the top with bloody hands or alone, solo
Cause not everybody is sleeping when you getting yours
Society is living immature
Concerned with false idols that rival the old that they bred in church
Texting to vote, presidents are superstars *BARACK!*
Puppets playing reality tv in front of peasant herds
The entire world at the mercy of the eagle's beak
Up at night cause important decisions are taken when people sleep
Turned to zombies, their dreams are filled with schemes, but
We're never gonna see a king lose his head to a guillotine
Again, evolution counter balances freedom of speech
Worst that can happen in terms of action a president's impeached
How is the mass supposed to cast an image of belief
In itself, when its a victim of its own leaders' deceit
Defeat, is not an option until that point is reached
I'm trying to make a change but some walls I cannot breach
Some knowl I cannot teach, for your own eyes have to see
What goes on behind the scenes while most people are asleep
HOOK:
I was gonna go to sleep, but then I wrote a verse
Thinking about the hunter and the prey, and which role is worse
Die at the top with bloody hands or alone, solo
Thinking about what you would do if the roles reversed
Believe sacrifice's an option for the bigger church
People on the war boards all looking miniature
Die at the top with bloody hands or alone, solo
Cause not everybody is sleeping when you getting yours - Track Name: Something Different (ft. Green Hypnotic)
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White
Black
You don't know what the difference is
Connecting dots, never stop, always aim for the top whatever the distance is
We all tryna get them listeners kid, but we can't all flip the script
Some make it happen, constant grind, no option's fine, while others just picture it
I'm tryna set a course to blow up in the north
No mission to abort, when I tell em just to hold up
The game not ready for Green and I
So they got the evil eye always hoping that we slow up
Or down I mean, now I lean, shouts to the Coast and the Alaiz team
It's us or nothing, us or nothing, muthafucka you heard Chibi scream
Now imagine that, a lot of people tryna tell me that my style ain't matched for trap
But what the fuck they know, they don't know shit so to me they opinion is like passing gas
Let em come, let em go, moves and schemes, we never show
Keep it on the low until the classics out, looking for massive clout, by then y'all better know
Shit I gotta bump that, they want a switch up, best recognize I done that
Rolling one bat, Backwood, dumb fat better fuck outta here with your blunt wraps
Pack a bowl and bun that, irrational set of flows call me Bolt I run that
Bitch on my nutsack, track so cold she not getting her tongue back and that's yolo
Oh so? I'm spitting with madness, versatile, stay hitting for practice
Got up with Green, just lace up the classics, it's what it seems, you listening to masters
New generation creating the fabric, your old society's dip is just massive
WE taking over, bring out the caskets, look over your shoulder, we here and that's it
HOOK:
We steady grinding heavy minded we stay up in it
They want the flavour that's major, this shit's a given
It ain't hard to copy clones, just give us a minute
We try to innovate, always do something different
Something different, some-something different
Something different, some-something different
Something different, and please don't get offended
But it ain't hard to copy clones, just give us a minute…
GREEN:
Skinny muthafucka, dark skinned muthafucka
Always here to make them moves
I'm a hardcore spitta and a trill ass nigga
Playa haters analyzing my moves
Fuck a rapper swagger jacking my groove
Playa haters wanna see me lose
But I'm steady grinding, forever winning, I'm never gonna lose my cool
CHECK
Real G's think I'm old school, young G's think I'm new school
Underground, mainstream, the both of them seems really cool
They say I ain't lyrical, and I dumb it down
I don't know what they talking I'm here to get the crown
Yeah, to get the crown, tell me where's the fucking crown
I told y'all already to fucking bow down, AYO
ST, we killing 'em homie
Bar for bar, come on we the trillest my homie
Ain't nobody fucking with us
C.O.A.S.T. Life, Alaiz, Liam, what the fuck is up, UNH?
Let's get this money, let's get this money
I don't know bout y'all but I'm bout my money
Let's take over the world and bring the whole family
High Klass and Chibi got the chicks for me
Waddup P, wass da dealyo?
Fuck being underrated man we gotta blow
Ayo Musoni! We gotta blow
Stop playing around, we need another show
Another show, a lot of dough, a bunch of hoes, the flyest clothes
I said a lot of dough, a bunch of hoes, fuck that cut that they already know
HOOK:
We steady grinding heavy minded we stay up in it
They want the flavour that's major, this shit's a given
It ain't hard to copy clones, just give us a minute
We try to innovate, always do something different
Something different, some-something different
Something different, some-something different
Something different, and please don't get offended
But it ain't hard to copy clones, just give us a minute… - Track Name: Real Life
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Stuck between a hard place and a rock
They all say it gets better but when my hear races, then it stops
I reach the finish line, car pivot in the mind, far with a rhyme, dark in the light
But what's the difference between winning in the bottom inning
And digging for the meaning and reason why we out here living?
I know it's petty shit, mind blowing with a steady kick
Reality break your heart on some Tom Petty shit
I can show you the light, or let you find it
The former's quicker but the latter's more enlightening
We all start with strikes, some start with indictments
Eyes open, grasp reality so tight it creates diamonds
Dropping jewels, I guess that's what they meant by it
Nobody's equal, that's real bullshit, cause fate is biased
Faced with liars, I see through them like psychics
That's why you recognize real life all up in my shit
HOOK (X2):
It's that real life, it's that real life
That Mount Real, dolla dolla bill life, ugh?
Now tell me what it feels like
To be an outsider watching people live that Real Life - Track Name: No Shit Like This
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HOOK (X2):
You ain't ever heard no shit like this
You ain't ever heard no shit like this
Wha-what, wha-what
You ain't ever heard no shit like this
You ain't ever heard no shit like this
WHAT, WHAT
Rare sounds to ears, animals making rounds in the clear
Trying to reach the headlights, but don't wanna amount like deers
Open the doors, but no Morrison appears
This is classic when the rap hits high you know the future is near
Episodes are tear-jerkers, some promote queer murkings
All opinions are absolved when we stay here burning
Yearning for certain when it comes purp shit
What I say makes us sway in the direction we steer learning
Lessons messing with the section dressing in front of the corner
The owners adress the messed up brethren before it's over
Say what I say in jest until I'm sober
But I never am, so really, whatever man
You ain't never heard no shit like this
ST get mics ripped, service sliced quicker than Federer
Quick jabs knock the six pack off the predator
Senator speaking Jacques Demers rap for the algebra
You can't read it, this rap shit you can't be it
Can't preach it, you don't know it, can't teach it
Just leach it, cause for you it's just a phase
When the craze is over there you go just leave it
Fat Phillie Blunt, Chocolate DG recognize
Tradition never dies, it's an art you set your eyes
On, my blunt got the perfect length and the better size
I rap and roll as well, so you know I'm getting *right*
Right? Like my preferred arm
Got love for the left, but this set of of palms strike quicker than vets from nam
When their breath is gone from napalm in the desert storm
Combination of elements, take from different wars to complete the penmanship, now forget it bitch…
HOOK (X2):
You ain't ever heard no shit like this
You ain't ever heard no shit like this
Wha-what, wha-what
You ain't ever heard no shit like this
You ain't ever heard no shit like this
WHAT, WHAT - Track Name: High Education
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I ain't plain when I say I'm taking off
Breaking buds and raking off all the generated loss
Get so high clouds penetrate my thoughts
It ain't a game but you know if it was I'd be taking all
In, Montreal-in, you know the lifestyle
Smoke that quite loud, after that it's lights out
Feels like my head is wrapped in a tight shroud
The way this weed kicks, it would probably make Mike proud
You a sneaker head? I'm a reefer head
Buy expensive weed and in a week its dead
So I seek the bread like a priest seeks a shed
Where he can go with a kid…. nahhh, I can't see the rest
I'll let my eyes bleed to death, from this thick smoke
Panic at the disco fools get hit with that Klitchsko
Indo packs a heavy punch, so take shit slow
And this is solo, no one will take a drag from my spliff, yo
HOOK
Smoking on that high grade I feel the buzz kicking in
Thinking of Romados chicken skin, but my pickings slim
Plates filling up my kitchen sink options are getting grim
Needs start calling I'm going back to how children think
That's means I'm high dude, munchies at the drive-through
What's really funny is I do this shit all the time too
Loot thinking shoes getting dirty but gotta eat
Packing heat in form of weed shit I'm here to inform the streets
Simon got that blowmind, so high, buy it
The way I live off grass you'd think I'm on a bovine diet
Shieeet, I stay swift I'm like Stromile flying
No dunks on my feet but it's dank in the leaf, listen
I rap about trees, and I smoke to write
This bowl ain't rice but my piff brings hope to life
So tell me all I do is puff heavy haze
Told you I roll as well as I rap, so you're fucked anyway
HOOK
Now, we all like to categorize
So what was your greatest high? The one that shattered your eyes
Where you wanted to hide, thc levels would rise
Funny you got stoned but never felt more alive
Shit, my landlord bugging me for the weed smell
My drunk neighbour beating his wife but I'm more likely to see jail
They got the devil on shelves pumping drinks off retail
And they make me feel like a criminal for my trees, HELP!
I just like to get in the zone, weed helps me tell shit
Smoke a bit and then just let the man spit
Shit is endless
Could freestyle for minutes that turn to hours, fuck all my friendships
Never stop, I forever rock
Like the rock and roll, but the roll don't stop
The world don't stop, and the day I go
Will be the day the spaceships come and everything blows
HOOK (OVERLAPPING)
You see the aliens my dude
They out here and they flying over you
But you really don't know the truth
Cause they haven't told you, you in the mold dude
Mindless, you probably one of them dudes
That deny any proof from scientists
Hiding behind this, rhetoric that God is good
And that he wouldn't want you to get high, shit
Well guess what, Jesus was smoking weed
Jesus smoking weed, Jesu-Jesus smoking weed
Jesus smoking weed, if he wasn't blowing trees
He was high on something else to make them people believe
You may think I'm rambling, so what if I am
Grams getting split up in the palm of my hand
Survival tactics, my 90s kids should understand
Chillin at the park, rolling weed up in the stands
At the end, I'm 450gs, you can't seize the crops
Thinking the streets is hot cause you feed your block
Dog, we different, please just stop
Cause I got P's to cop, you just say peace to cops
(Shoutouts)
