Attention, ladies and
gentlemen…It’s officially
the tenth anniversary, of the
Frozen Food Section…
but check it,

It’s been short and sweet, I started with a
mic stand stuck in collapsible seat,
recorded St. Louis heat, including my own.
First summer, had no A/C, I shoulda known,

Wash U was running slum lord game, to
justify the really low rent I had been paying (I grandfathered in)
I would’ve stayed, but then it was raised
every year after. I guess gentrification pays…

speaking of which, I make beats.
Somebody bring me in some money please…

Kanye and Jeezy, Jay-Z and Weezy,
can it be, they really make it this easy?
Passive income’s a must, let’s win some,
benefit quick and then it’s on to the next one.

I had my MPC, and used it non-stop, but
once I got ProTools…it was on dog.
Helias gave me his SP-1200, then
DJ Massive took it to the pawn shop the next summer.
(bye-bye)
There was Tucker, freestyling on the Loop til, he
pissed off the staff of Vintage Vinyl and Blue Hill.
Wow…such hostility. So he’d just
pick up his tip cup and get krunk across the street,

but what would you expect from a battle dude?
Shit, that dude’ll rap for food,
but some are just dumb, or too stuck up, and
friends like Kerm just wanted him to shut the fuck up,

or drive all the way to St. Peters to get some,
oh well…on to the next one.
Luckily, Jules stayed in U-City, the
Shore was open 24/7, usually.

Space was at the airport, O’Shea was further west,
Black Patrick had it, but was difficult to connect with.

Attention St. Louis, the Cooler is
moving from the heart of the Loop to Brentwood
Missouri…
well, there’s mostly white people here, but don’t worry,

just stay off Manchester and Brentwood Ave,
and don’t even ride over here ‘til you get your tags.
Driving dirty gets you pulled over in a hurry.
Mike at the Overland Midas’ll get it fix’d early.

The first court case I caught here was a damn lie.
They said I was disturbing the peace with my half pipe.
The prosecuting attorney lived down the street.
The judge said, “move that shit, or I’ll pronounce a fee.”

So it was on to the next one.
Jabari took my baby, now it’s his step son.
All it needed was a new layer of masonite,
four years later, it’s still got the same old plys…

but that’s the St. Louis life,
shit doesn’t change here, but like maybe twice,
that’s when you meet the city for the first time,
the second happens when you’re recognized.

Remember when Nelly dropped “Country Grammar” in ’99?
I was at the bar with a friend of mine…