Fresh Crops

by ST x LIAM

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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 so great. It reminds me the montreal group Rainmen! After rainmen, i've never stopped to listen hip hop. St and Liam gave a great album! Favorite track: No Shit Like This.
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1.
Opening 00:36
2.
Heavyweights 02:59
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
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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….
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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
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Interlude 1 00:21
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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…
7.
Real Life 01:53
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 in the , 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
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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
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Interlude 2 00:20
10.
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)
11.
PSA 00:15

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

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released November 10, 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

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