They say inspiration comes in different ways and forms and I couldn’t agree less. I’m of that school of thought that you either make the best out of a bad situation and roll with the punches or you do nothing and continue complaining all day. With that being said, this one is for all those feeling the face slapping winter winds.

Montreal based lyricist ST kicks off 2013 with solid bars over a melancholic jazz infused hiphop cut produced by fellow Montreal beatsmith Fruits.

“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”

Armed with witty one liners and a gruff, yet smooth, delivery, ST clearly shows a penchant for precise graphical illustration in his wordplay and lyricism. You could say the kid got a way with words – kinda extraordinary.