I ain't talkin' about shit, yet I'm talkin' shit. It happens a lot. 

@docmad on the beat. 
Smitty Bacall on the picture. 
@liamliamliam on the artwork.


Lyrics:

My mind on one track 
Get the lyrics over here like we playing Mortal Kombat 
Rollin Cool J’s till I’m knocked out but don’t call it a come back
Cause I been here for years, for years 
Lightyears passin’ by my eyes 
Wormhole travel, my gavel by my side 
But you can’t judge me tho It’s just me and my runny nose 
Fucking up the game like the pain in my funny bone, ouch 
I keep knocking the wind out my lungs 
I keep options but I don’t know what’s the one 
I keep locking those options in a chest out and I can’t unlock it
Unless I know which way to face when I can’t see the sun, one 
Mind to think, one life to live 
One night to drink, one type of spliff I could hit 
When I sit on rock bottom 
At least my rock’s got me 
And me, well I got problems 
Cause it’s snowing out 
Yeah the snow is out 
And I’m walking in the night during the coldest hour 
Still I got moves like Kurosawa 
And I got juice your girl’ll swallow, say word 
Stay Excellent, like it’s Wayne’s world 
Party time with insane girls 
Cause these bitches be crazy 
Stay hesitant cause the same girls 
Be calling me the same word 
But I’m sane as can be living with these ladies 


Hook (x2) 
I ain’t talking about shit yet I’m talking shit (x4) 
Say word 


I do some heavy lifting, fat blunts to be specific 
Red hot on my chicken wings and sugar on my biscuit 
I heard you want the digits, well I want the house you in 
And down the shed, you count it in and then I stick it 
Swallow pride and spit it, type of hydro that’ll light rooms 
M’tryna guide you round this life you 
Tantalized tryna fit the bill in this world of billions feeling dim
Ceiling’s thin, plus I’m chilling in this room with an elephant, get a grip now 
We smoking on some piff now 
One Puff and you think your Daddy Diddy and you getting rich now
I’m on that list now, and if they don’t get me in 
I swear I’m breaking wrists now 
I ain’t taking the piss now 
You see me smile? I’m in London acting wild 
Going buckingham cause I ordered chips but they served me fries, damn 
I always wanted to be good but nothing could turn me nice 
Seems I always knew what I should do, but not what I might 
Pick the fruit when it’s ripe, or let it rot or nah 
Feelin like DMX on crack screaming RIDE OR DIE 
Sippin Five Alive, tryna keep this life of mines 
From going out the window ... to the wall 
It’s a rat race and cheese make us fall in traps 
Spittin Stalin raps, got this iron curtain calming cats 
Cause they can’t see my moves, so they calling back 
My cell phone, but I left my cell home, I’m off with Mad 
Classic Quebec shit I rock, call it Offenbach 
Massive connections on lock, all across the map 
Designated to kick it around the globe, that’s Montreal Impact 
Fuck it, that’s Montreal in fact


Hook (x2) 
I ain’t talking about shit yet I’m talking shit (x4) 
Say word 

ST - Talkin' Shit (prod. by Dr. MaD)

This track features, in order, .nox, Gabe 'Nandez, Mus Vic, Grey Heart, MusoNi, ST, Lou Piensa and McFly. Recorded at NBS Studios in 2013, produced by Dr. MaD and Charles Cozy.

Lost & Found: Rough Drafts & Stillborn Tracks

ALAIZ Posse Cut (prod. Dr. MaD x Charles Cozy) [2013]

Recorded at ST's Crib on de Lorimier in 2016, produced by Liam.

Lyrics:

… they think it’s serious (x3)
It ain’t never been serious 
BOW BOW BOW BOW BOW
… still think it’s serious?
I get head while they stink: no malaria
Counterfeit, I’m legit with the plenty cuts
Round the pink, I’m in sync get these panties up
Lounging shit, I’m astounding bitch
Make your girl cum faster than you count to 6
Like wow
They seen me over there like ‘’what you gon do now?’’
Wow
Didn’t know about y’all but I’m gon do mines
Wow
You can’t keep me silent I talk too loud
How
You came through this door well I’ll walk you out

Little muthafuckas acting like they from the gutter but get caught starting to studder tryna stand up to their mothers
That beyond me
But Beyonce
Could get on me
And I’ll get the snake on her buttocks, fuck up the covers
Stain those muthafuckas right now
She came on the couch, I came on her blouse, wow
Didn’t know about y’all but I’m gon do mines
And make my momma proud, how?

I got a plan and a planet
I got a stand and a canvas
I got a land full of sand and I’m tryna jam this hourglass till time can stand still
And I will
Ask in one year
I’ll say I DID
Ask in two years
I’m out of this bitch
Ask in 10 years
And I’m flipping the script
Books with my pictures and shit
Now what…

They think ST tripping, but I’m next-week living, 
I see the future, and it’s me winning
Most people die, but I’ll keep living

They think it’s serious….

TTIS

TTIS (prod. Liam) [2016]

Recorded at ST'S Crib on de Lorimier, produced by Liam.

Lyrics:

If we bout to lose our time
Better make your mind
If you tryna roll or if it’s all best left behind
I’m watching days go by
Time to say goodbye
Yeah it blows but we would’ve known if we read the signs
Bitch I’m tryna live
With my hundred thousand fears
And the first one of them is
Losing time, I’m talking years
Yup I’m just tryna live
See my days until they end
Spend my time how I see fit
If you with it then just chill
That’s the big picture


Kendrick said we gon be alright
Lemme doubt that
It’s just me myself and the loud pack
She say she wanna be all mine
And I’m bout that
But sometimes she’s bout that cheap beef
That’s Outback
And sometimes I’m bout that Cheef Keef, that beep beep,
Lemme talk trash, go


they call me - 

Mr slow flow, but time never goes slow
So now I go fast, like dope runners in the eurozone
Maaaaan, we wasting clock turns till the nocturnal
Truth is I wish I was paid in time, and if not, Euros
I’m collecting passports so I could switch my clocks up
Transfer through these timezones, with my seat up in the cockpit
Life flying with every clock tick, I got the key but ain’t no locksmith
Cause if we take our time, just to waste our timee that’s why I’m upset, uh

The Big Picture

The Big Picture (prod. Liam) [2016]

Recorded at ST's Crib on Birnam in 2015, produced by Liam.

About Time

About Time (prod. Liam) [2015]

Recorded at ST's Crib on de Lorimier in 2015, produced by Monomite.

Lyrics:

I’m smoking lots of blunts
It ain’t good for my lungs
Tryna ride that fine line
I swear one hit and I’m done
But I ain’t, and that’s fun
Cause what I can’t do is what I aim to do
What lames do, that ain’t nun’ 
The lane moved, thats the shrooms, I’m on some
I’m on one, I don’t come
Till the girl did at least once
Till the bird get the early worm
And her pearly pearls I jizzed on
I want hash browns and that bacon
Check the hash brown when I bake it
Check the lab now, it’s a cash cow
And her milk, that be the flavour
We all wanna be the highest, all wanna be the best
Stay bragging bout some fly shit, while we deal with the rest
Stay appealing to the public, cause these bitches love it, fuck it
They all fabric but no substance
Trying to catch what they can’t touch it’s 
Sad, disgusting
Passive, nothing
Average, stunting
By these fuckers
Blasting upwards
Fashion fronting
Molly popping
Rock and rolling
Smashing pumpkins motherfucka
Billy Corgan on them suckers
Bald dickhead up on their mothers
And I’ll be back before the summer

Smashing Pumpkins

Smashing Pumpkins (prod. Monomite) [2015]

Recorded at Mono's Crib (Paris XIXe)in 2015, produced by Monomite. 

Lyrics:

Told my landlord suck a dick for the weed smoke
You place a pee hole, I’m only here cause I be broke
We all got simple problems, with complex repercussions
Simple minded complex with deep rooted assumptions
Let me tell you something, if I lost track of mines
And I find it back one Back a time, then I’mma get a little blunted
I reach the bottom like a dollar bill, got this in the pocket, stock options in the cockpit
Then back on top for real
Got dreams the size of Burj Khalifa, I chill with middle easterns, chicken-eating
Pimping on a turkish diva
First class service features, I’m curbing tendencies with such demeanour
Social engineering on a curve that’s steeper
Huxley came to me in a dream, what a geek
I’m sipping Soma screaming fuck police, come at me
The savages gon win
The savages gon win when the rest goes to sleep

The future sent me clues inside these books collecting dust
I’m john the savage but less average not giving a fuck
They tried to pimp me for the benefits
But being labelled different also means they couldn’t mess with him, nope
Stuck between two continents, can’t hold this shit; incontinent 
In for the skins, but consequent, being a misfit the consequence
Reality hurts so we search for safe havens
Fake flavours, surrounded by illusions for a vacation
Stressed by these late payments like they really matter
Blessed when the stakes greater, so they got it backwards
They try to teach us, when we’d rather teach ourself
In jail without the bars, reach out the stars is hard when you can’t reach yourself
Help, is not coming, like fellas, not fucking
Pill makes it all, ok 
But I feel, like our problems we can deal with
Fixing up our ceiling in our own way, just here me out

John the Savage

John the Savage (prod. Monomite) [2015]

Recorded at Bad Winners Studio (Paris) in 2015, produced by Charles Cozy.

Lyrics:

I’m in Paris smoking blunts in my boxers ducking my problems
Feeling like this knowledge could swing the wheel of fortune on me
Soul salvation army, opting out of costs amounted
I jetted out the lobby doped-up, Ben Johnson couldn’t get round me, nope
I live in a dream, where living the dream is finna be me
I finished a scene, the flick of my years is finna be free
Switching the gears, bricks in my feet, living in fear, of feeling defeat
They feeling the kid, figure it’s me, the savage, never will speak
Beak, of the bird, screech the weakest of the the words
They read the teaching of these leaches, and see that their features are absurd
Feeling so observed, reap the seed straight out the church
Big brother sharing my mother, I’m the weakest of the herd
Ya heard? I’m watching you, failing through these obstacles
Faking use of fading tools to gain control of thoughts and youth
It’s not a revolution till somebody starts to shoot
So we shoot up that soma and let our thoughts become optional
TRUE

Soul Salvation Army

Soul Salvation Army (prod. Charles Cozy) [2015]

Recorded at Mono's Crib (Paris XIXe)in 2015, produced by Monomite. 

Lyrics:

Out the frame, they boxed in trying to jack a chain
Jack a flow, ejaculate on these bastard brains
My acumen is acute when it comes to rapping things
They shouting lies large like mountain skies and I'm past that range
Uhm, pass it, smoke it then ash it
If you give me an ashy blunt you getting your ass kicked
I'm snacking, a pack of cracker jacks and a tab of acid
Tabernackle playing ST music Christ is out the casket
Magnets. I can tell you how they work homie
Magic, I'm sicker than you at your worst homie
Now who the fuck got a question? Ask it
I'm just pushing the limits I don't think bout making classics
I'm spliffin on a double dutch, jumping up with every other puff 
Like it's a fucking uppercut yet it's nothing much
It's that realness, it's what you couldn't clutch
It's that AK, extended clip with a wooden touch
Blood money, gang signs cause kids are hungry
Throwing up their fingers like bulimics emptying their stomachs
Fucking funny, stuck inside their factory
Trying to be Joey Saputo ,they all wanna stack the cheese

Outlier Freestyle

Outlier Fresstyle (prod. Monomite) [2015]

Recorded at ST'S Crib on Birnam in 2015, produced by Rami.B.

Lyrics:

HOOK:

I’m right here, live for lightyears
Live or die I synthesize all these ideas
Turn this mind into a mine lets dig right here
See that time can really fly when you write…

VERSE: 

I’m writing letters they won’t ever find
Mind stuck in a time capsule, aligned with the sky’s tableau
What a line, more Picasso than I’m Van Gogh
Even though all I have is right here
I gave my life away to rhyme today
College dropout not a copout, could not doubt what I would say
I tried to be a journalist, I grew tired of the urge to get 
The normal news, I couldn’t risk to lose my views on all this shit
So I’m here now, eyes steer my vision as high as a Lear flying
I give very little fucks, like a slut with a clear mind
Cause that pussy ain’t free, unless she feels like it
I wanna feel lightning, the thunder is my studder
When she feel my dick, and I suppose
She could throw it down her throat, if she feel like it, huh
Can’t oppose when it’s real like this 
I’m that flicker of hope, even when I’m gone, you can’t kill my switch

Lightyears

Lightyears (prod. Rami.B) [2015]

Recorded at Momma's Crib on Mousson in 2014, produced by Tony $tone. 

Lyrics: 

HOOK: 

I'm tryna fuck a couple broads tonight, I'm tryna
I'm tryna puff a couple blunts tonight, I'm tryna
I'm tryna get my money right tonight, I'm tryna
I'm tryna move that dope like my business in China (x2)

VERSE:

I'm tryna do zero to a hundred quick
I'm tryna get some numbers cause pussy I'm tryna hit
I'm tryna get that bread and move on to some finer shit
I'm tryna get signed cause I wanna rock designer fits, listen
I'm on the highway, every day off, fuck a friday
All my flaws great, yeah I lie great, gimme your soul girl, I want a Sade
I dun' got paid, but I'm broke now
Christ got saved, but there's a Pope now
I'm in the scope now, and they shooting
Made you look, yeah I'm so proud, ugh
They say the Devil in a dress, well I'm trying to get an Edge
Downward spiral till I pin her legs
Skeet in her ear, my kids calling and collect
My kids calling and collect, and they want that bread
Bitch I'm tryna make it, that's on my head
Since I was an infant, I dun got fed
Now I'm broke and I know this my one shot… DEAD
Marksman, the target hanging and I'm heartless
A convict, I'm bout to fuck the game with my long dick
Resurrected, no Com Sense
I'm on this, no conscience so I'm gone
Cause I'm tryna stop saying I'm tryna and make sure my shit gets on, now look


HOOK: 

I'm tryna fuck a couple broads tonight, I'm tryna
I'm tryna hit a couple blunts tonight, I'm tryna
I'm tryna get my money right tonight, I'm tryna
I'm tryna move that dope like my business in China (x2)


VERSE 2:

I'm tryna prove my family I ain't a fuck up
I'm tryna show my friends why I can't shut the fuck up
I'm tryna be why Montreal is on the come up
I'm tryna shine so bright at night feels like the sun's up, woo
They wrote me off, they could blow these balls
I want airtime and spins, no Tony Hawk
Beer and Coney Dogs, spit a lot of shit
That's gon' get me on the road and all
Young Jack, Kerouac, but my coat is large
Chow Yun Fat when I wrote these bars
Cause I'm kicking, bitch I'm kicking
Fuck out my face with all these cronies dawg
I'm a fashion God, without the fashion part
All white Stans looking like an astronaut
My swag is simple but my thoughts are not
ST muthafucka, yeah I call the shots
25 with no clues tho, often far as you know
That ex-planet, Pluto, fucking massive, sumo, humm
Simplistic, yet schemes large enough to build districts
Underachieved all my life, paying that price to be doing this shit
Locked in my mom's basement, writing, same beats on rotation
My family going crazy but they know I'm tryna make it, so


BRDGE/OUTRO:

Underachievin
Procrastinatin
Son of a

Underachievin
Procrastinatin
Son of a
Gun

I'm Tryna

I'm Tryna (prod. Tony $tone) [2014]

Recorded at Momma's Crib on Mousson in 2014, produced by Tony $tone.

Lyrics:

The way I roll
Absent father figure left me in a pickle
Sour dough, a lot of beef in the middle
My story ain't unique, but if for the fact
That my pops was some thousand miles away
My life like a diplomat
Passport collecting, airport connections, I'm making efforts
Fair warned for better and for worse, but I still keep jetting
Stuck between continents, that sound fly, but it isn't really
When the catch is, doing that becomes the average
Life settings I couldn't quite leverage, couldn't provide bedding
On a drunken night unless I stumbled on a flight, next thing
I know I'm in the Alps skiing down ledges high above the clouds
Say peace to pops, drink a couple rounds and I'm right back at my mother's house
Damn, it's all gone in a flash, I feel like Gordon with a flask
No Bombay but I try to duck whenever I feel it all collapse, man
I'm not saying it's hard to be me
I'm just saying that it's hard to be free
From where we start and which peeps
Get to raise us and praise us
Sometimes they just hate us
Or worse act like we don't exist unless we're in their faces
And in return, we start to act the same way
Distance grows even further and we lose even with the exchange rates
It ain't all bad tho
I got to see the world, travel, lifestyle alley-oop dunk off the backboard, easy
Went down mad roads, international asshole
Tryna leave the deep water, living the life of a tadpole
Crossin over the pond, ballin' but I'm mad broke
Like a player's ankles, tryna hit a three, but off these raps tho
Reminiscing about all these Uptown Nights like I'm Camp Lo
Plans got cancelled, I'm right back where the land go
Flat for a while, I'm tryna rap for a while
I don't care about this cash, I just want a stack for my trials
Pay for my next flight, I'm out for a while
Cause nothing can clear your mind like a walk in the Alps, listen

A Walk in the Alps

A Walk in the Alps (prod. Tony $tone) [2014]

Second official TTT release, produced by the homie Fruits. A little something for all my people who know too well about the Winter struggle. 

Download link: http://www.mediafire.com/?e70vse92mwcwx6x

Check out Fruits' sounds: https://soundcloud.com/fru1ts

Lyrics:

I'm gone with the quickness
When the five o'clock shadow shot is non existent 
Victimized by the dark, sharks be conflicted
Hunt in the deep waters or lurk the surface for the fish nets

Purposely unorthodox picture frames look out the box
Seen satan wear a scarf walking out and past the block
Hell froze over but nobody is acting shocked
They just stack the clothes on em cause nature be calling the shots

It's windy, check the meter,  time for petty misdemeanours
Seen these ladies look at me - I'm like lemme get in between ya
Below zero drink a hundred proof so we don't freeze up
Stumbling, running the streets like Sir Digby Chicken Ceaser

Sarcastic cheap ass, halfhearted wits and em
Post-mortem, snuck in sneakers fuck your timberlands
Sucked in to buying heaters like war veterans
Going spastic, setting plastic charges in their settlements

The living sleeping in broke caskets, on some nomad shit
Protect my neck so I let my hair grow like the old Kravitz
Chilly air makes you choke, let this toke match it
Yet we all hide our nose when nature shows its coke habit

Fall out of grace, we all out of space like my note pad is
Hope for the best when it's the worse if you know patterns
Scope the cold madness souls look for jokes as if
Cheeky quotes could blow off all the snow hazards

Yearly six-month bid, where I only leave for higher space
Shivering cold, fast asleep dreaming of a fire place
Moving at a spider's pace, and I stay on the web
Legs feeling dead from the chase look at my tired face

Hipster grins left feeling grim from chilling in their cardigans
Press their chins under a second skin to hide the hearts within
Jaws clicking people hidden - the only positive
Is that we're one day closer to chilling in the park again



Snowed In (prod. by Fruits)

Started rapping when I was 10, by 11 I was the man...

Official ST Soundcloud page. Trust the team. 

Contact/bookings/info: stxliam@gmail.com
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Twitter: @st514
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Born and raised in Montreal, ST - also known as Simon Templar - has been honing his craft for over 10 years and has gained critical recognition around Montreal with the help of his many projects in collaboration with beatmaker Liam (www.trusttheteam.ca). Along with Liam and Fruits, another very talented producer, he formed Trust The Team, a collective bringing together many like-minded musical talents such as Liam, Fruits, Charles Cozy, Antoje, Le Rabot and many more. Also a proud member of the ALAIZ family, ST is surrounded by talent and tries to maximize the inspiration brought forward by all these creative peeps. 

ST currently stands as one of the many current up-and-coming artists from Montreal that are making a lot of noise, thanks to the beat scene and organizations such as Artbeat Montreal and the Piu Piu Documentary. 

A champion of authenticity, ST explores subjects that closely surround his life while adding a modern touch on classic rap music. He shows versatility and has proven to be comfortable rapping on all kinds of music, from boom-bap to indie rock. With the help of his frequent travels, ST is able to paint a wider picture than most and presents a brand that values genuine feelings and stories, no matter how fly or sad. 

Outside of his regular collaborators, ST has also worked with the likes of The Celestics (Louie P & Kaytranada), High-Klassified, Dr. MaD, SmokeRings (Heathcliff Starks & Nox), Da-P, Rami.B, Blasé, Gabe 'Nandez, Jei Bandit and many more. 

Be on the lookout for the next releases, you know you gotta TRUST THE TEAM. 

ST (TTT)

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