"Chapter 8. Work Makes Free" feat. J-Toth, by Tucker Booth and Splitface from the album, ExBoyfriend

Now that Tucker's swag is back he goes out on the town looking for job applications and new opportunities. While waiting in line at the coffee shop TDB is noticed by a sultry siren and has to decide whether he should be forward or spend more time nursing his broken heart.

Featuring J-Toth and the alter egos as Tucker's conscience.
lyrics
Intro:
TDB:
I don't know about this job thing man...
I'm not sure if I'm cut out for that (defense on 3)...

Verse:
Work makes free
Money makes moves
Freedom ain't free
Scrilla ain't too
Gotta make papes
Need to make moves
Find some new friends
Meet a new Boo
Want to get back
Try to let loose
Get running so fast that they'll never catch Booth!
You could be my bird and I could be your man
Take a new path
Begin to understand
That Booth back in the day was a catastrophe
One of the freakiest deekies man I had to be
One of the best off the top but I did that for free
And I do that for me
Because it has to be
One of the queerest ass things a white metro could be
Still hold down Redondo Beach to Maplewood, Misery
I'm a hurricane and you're hardly drizzling
Got kicked out my place at night out shivering
In a hallway in U-City at 3:00 in the morning
After Lojic with Frozen Food and The Royal Illete
How could this bum rappin' end up happenin' to me?
I always thought eventually I'd be delivered from defeat
By the same God that told me 'Definitely don't be discreet...
If you don't put it out there
No one will be there to see
All of the myriad ways you express infinity
Lead a better life: See, Think, Be Pure Synergy
That transcends Time, all crime, all mimicry
With a home brewed flavor I savor like chicory

At the coffee shop
In line behind Ms. Hickory Dickory Dock
Hear her on her Blackberry Storm
Flippin' some slippery talk
"Oh, I'm busy every night that you're off...
That sucks...No I'm not blowing you off!"
She reaches the front of the line and
Abruptly gets off
Takes a look at me and her mini-crows feet go soft
For 15 seconds her eyes are breaking me off
She's hot, fit, 36 on the dot
The kind of chick that comes equipped
With the condoms and pot
And makes love like it may never ever stop...

Now that's she's softened
It seems the only option is to
Buy her a scone and
Get this mothertrucker poppin'!
I do my best to channel my inner Christopher Walken
And affirm that my swag is more rockin' than Dokken
And not crushin' this chick is not an option
I need this chick like the Mailman needed Stockton
And I'm on point again
Ex Boy on the joint again
"Hi...My name is Tucker, Girl, and
I know we're going to be friends..."

Bridge:
Make Love...Til the end of time, t
The end of time and back again...
Unless another hiccup or slip up
Gets my ass jacked again...
She's so gone and
Never ever ever coming back and then...
And now here's this new nipple queen
Steppin' up to the tip and
Damn I want this chick from
My pale subconscious...
All the way back to school at Wisconsin...

[Toth]
Someday, I'm gonna be famous!
No, you're not.
I'm gonna go against the brain width!
No, you're not.
I'm finna take the whole game kid!
No, you're not.
You're gonna do what you do, so go smoke your pot.

You're just jealous, wait and see,
you're not nearly as talented as me!
I'm underground like Mos and Kweli!
So stay there, like Pac and B.I.G.

What?!?
Shut up, and do something with your frustration,
any idea you didn't use, you just wasted,
any trend you warmed to, you just faked it.
What's the point of living hip hop if you just hate it?

Your castle of sand was built upon talk,
the best wrestle the land and build upon rock,
cause when that media storm comes to flood your spot,
and you got nothing to show except a bunch'a squawk,

good luck. For real, hope you're Irish kid,
but it takes more than luck to keep your stylus big.
The same logic applies to when you find a chic.
Can you know her soul, when you ain't spent time with it?

Love's about your gifts, not your taking,
and it's not really concerned with your safety.
This is none of my business, sure, hate me,
just don't be mad at the fact that work makes free...




credits
released 01 June 2010
Produced by Splitface for Crew932.com
Recorded, arranged, mixed and mastered at The Cooler in St. Louis, MO and Frozen Food West Studios, Redondo Beach, CA by Jonathan Toth from Hoth for TheFrozenFoodSection.com

Tucker Booth, "Chapter 3. Strip Club" on the album ExBoyfriend (written by Jonathan Toth)

Now 4:00 in the morning, Tucker barrels down 40 across state lines to East St. Louis, looking for rebound love in the strip club. Once inside the club he meets Jezebell, a stripper schooled in the art of separating drunken fools from their valuables.

Jez asks Tucker if he would like to join her in a downstairs room for a private dance and he agrees. Just before heading down a grizzled bouncer stops Tucker and demands his wallet, credit cards, and car keys as incentive to behave. He also makes it clear that Jezebell is the only one who can use her hands...if Tucker touches her he will be ejected 'violently.' TDB agrees and heads on to his hasty tryst.

Once she has led him down to the private cellar, Jez begins a dance routine so beguiling that Tucker begins to have flashbacks of his ex Christy. He hallucinates that he is talking to Christy, begging her to make up with him, and then goes in for a kiss...with disastrous results.

Co-Starring: Danielle Payne as the Jezebell and Abe tha Babe as The Bouncer.
lyrics
[INTRO] Horns...phone ring

TOTH: ...Tucker...do you know what time it is?
TDB: ...Wait, wait. Lemme check...oh yeah...it's TIME TO GO EASTSIDE!
TOTH: [click]

[BEAT DROP]
Eastside looks so pretty at night...all those neon lights...so inviting...so enticing...SO MY THING.

Swervin' through East St. Louis,
drunk, shocker right?
I'm curvin' to double lines
done up in dotted white,
They lead me straight to that place,
where trouble's gotta hide,
Eastside...cause Mis-
ery's gotta lotta pride.

It's nothin', especially
when it's time to come inside,
lookin' for a friendly face,
to make my nature rise,
and when I get to the door,
it's really no surprise,
that Jezebell mesmer-
izes me...with her eyes.

Closer and closer, she's comin'
bolder and bolder, I'm done in,
my tunnel vision's from my
cock,-a-dude-who'll-do run ins,
my fist slipped to my zip-
per, like don't miss this chance,
but she's quick to catch my
drift, "Would you like a dance?"

"If you insist," shit, I'm
talkin' with my ding-a-ling,
"Cash or charge kid?" Oh
yeah...ch-ching, ch-ching,
"There's three rules, and you'll re-
spect 'em and agree, to
first gimme your credit card, (huh?)
second, gimme your keys, (wha?)

thirdly, and most im-
portantly, only she can ap-
ply the touching. You touch her,
you leave, violently.
"Get it?" "Oh yes sir, for
sure, I would never sir.
I shall follow thy word,
down to the letter sir,"

She held my paw, and I
let her, downstairs to a
cellar, she sat me down in a
chair, and now will do as I tell her!
Closer and closer, she's comin',
bolder and bolder, I'm done in,
she's got my business in her
hands and she's slowly rubbin'.

She's so beautiful...
"Christy, why'd you have to leave?
Do you miss me? Can
we make up and kiss please?"
Then she said "yes," and
meant it, so I leaned in and
went to get it, and swept her
up inside my tightest grip.

Then came a shriek, that
'didn't sound like she was she,
Pushing and yelling like,
"Hey D! Get him off of me!"
Next thing I know, they
threw me on the hard street,
no money, no credit card
...and no car keys...

TDB: "Hah Hah, fuck you guys. I touched her...HAH HAH I TOUCHED HER, YOU COULDN'T STOP ME! I WIN! YOU LOSE!

[OUTRO] Tucker passes out on an Eastside street.



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Planet Rock by Black Spade at S.L.U.M.Fest in St. Louis

The video footage is from his performance at S.L.U.M.Fest on May 29, 2010 in St. Louis at Atomic Cowboy.

The song was recorded and mixed by DJ Mike G for the Waitin' for the DJ Mixtape and mastered by Jonathan Toth from Hoth in March of 2010 at The Cooler in St. Louis, MO for TheFrozenFoodSection.com


Waitin for the DJ
The first 100% LIVE Mixtape, featuring some of St. Louis' top underground hip-hop and soul artists, including Black Spade, Teresa Jenee, Rockwell Knuckles, Prince Ea, Corey Black, Tef Poe, Family Affair, and more. Hosted by DJ MikeG and DJ Doc Oct, Mastered by Jonathan Toth from Hoth, Mixed by DJ Needles, and featuring beats by Rome, Nodzilla, Hawthorne Headhunters, and a mix of other industry and indy beats. For more info check out www.WaitinForTheDJ.blogspot.com

Waitin' for the DJ Mixtape by DJ Mike G and DJ Needles is coming soon from The Frozen Food Section

Vivid Imagination by Family Affair at S.L.U.M.Fest in St. Louis

The video footage is from their performance at S.L.U.M.Fest on May 29, 2010 in St. Louis at Atomic Cowboy.

The song was recorded, mixed and mastered by Jonathan Toth from Hoth in March of 2009 at The Cooler in St. Louis, MO for TheFrozenFoodSection.com

She Told Me So feat. Izzle and Helias (his last verse recorded in The Cooler, March 2009)

[Helias]
Hello Kitty, hello pretty,
you make me forget this shitty little river city.
Can't we just be narwells and unicorns?
You and me, and games, and vodka, and video-taping our stupid porn.
Waltzing into the high school reunion...
I'm so fucking stupid, don't mind me.
My mind's on our money,
when I'm this drunk, nothing's really all that fucking funny.
Anikan, light-saber slash mannequin dummies,
it's amazing the way you turn nothing into something,
like pride, I really rather I'd died, a
thousand times over, when I'm so sober, I'm no soldier.
We slung reality over the shoulder.
Love's colder than the Antarctic polar...base.
I love the way that you taste,
it's more than just a love affair, I'm sorry, I'm hardly there...
Heart beware, it's fun to give a fuck,
this is far, far too much, true love sucks.
Selfish death-wish, I now know the best is
unlearning, it's burning, I'm turning self-less-ness.
Mommy I'm comin' home, Daddy's comin' home,
I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home,
I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home,
Mommy I'm comin' home (I'm so sorry) I'm comin' home...

She Told Me So

Ghostwhirl featuring MF DOOM, Digital 12" released by TheFrozenFoodSection.com

http://jonathantothfromhoth.bandcamp.com/track/1-ghostwhirl-feat-mf-doom




1. Ghostwhirl feat. MF DOOM
written by and J-Toth and MF DOOM [Lord Dihoo, ASCAP and Frozen Food Music, ASCAP], produced by J-Toth, scratches by DJ Crucial with help from Helias

2. Ghostwhirl REMIX feat. MF DOOM
produced by DJ Crucial, scratches by DJ Crucial, recorded by DJ Crucial

3. Ghostwhirl instrumental

4. Ghostwhirl REMIX instrumental

5. Ghostwhirl acapella





[Toth]
well
-here we are again…just you and me,
-I don’t need a friend, maybe two or
three,
-that’s me myself, and I, happiness will
be awhile, until I remember
how to freestyle right,
-man, I see bland faces, floating
next to me, is this
my
destiny? Hope
not, or I might throw up, to lose the recipe,
man, I sure
can stay inside my head, and
play dead, like night of the living white
dreads,
-who want to be angry, but them seem frightened,
-sort of reminiscent
of clash of the teen titans,
-I used to have a girlfriend, but it was
time to
go, when she was
trying to show, how much
hate she could still taste from
things that happened awhile ago,
-it was wearing thin, but I can be a trifle
slow, es-
pecially on a tourniquet that should’ve stymied her flow,
-I never
earned her full bliss, it went wrong, but my
permagrin is quite strong, like
500,000 miles
long, cry on, cause I’m
like the swan, and if this
mic is
on, I guess I
might stay on long enough to write this song,
yeah, right, it’s
hype. get your clothes girl.
-I don’t have the time or mood to make your toes
curl,
-no more open mics? no sir,
ever since you laid the cold hurt, it’s a
ghost world,

NEXT, a strict regiment of sets on the bowflex,
chromium to
mold flesh and wheat grass to show the rest,
-meditation and some slow
stretching, let the mind
go to rest when necessary, speaking of which, no
sex,
-it’s a time to heal, not a time to hate,
-and don’t try to keep it real
in such a sad state,
-just be depressed for a sec, and if it ends late,
be
like yeay! I made through to the next day. The
best say, you can’t stay in one
place too long, the
rest say, you’re gay if you still like those old love
songs, the
test press day is now, I best press play and taste the
sound,
just in case I see a queen and want to checkmate her
style, and we could just
embrace, or ride out, but right
now, I’m still looking for love inside my
hideout,
-it’s really nothing to cry about, but when I’m out
patience with
my mistakes, it’s like, “God, get the white-out!”

“…and there are doubts,
in your abilitity,
there’s too many blind, in your analogy,”

[DOOM]
-what
a messy fuss, it happens to the best of us,
Love/hate to raise the heart rate
up to your chest to bust,
-and leave you with just enough stress to cuss,
ooh
trouble, two’s a couple, three’s treacherous,
-and got you open like the high
seas,
hoping like deez for the squeeze on live G’s,
…jive turkeys,
they
lucky if they survive the depths of hell, it’s murky,
-jerky, come on
work with me,
see how she’s twerking the skirt with tits perky, a
flirt with
a smirk that could body you in one shot
glance, and let ‘em rot, I’m like,
“not a chance, hot pants!”
-run feet, and keep from off front street,
that
sizzle like the blunt heat, with business that’s for under
sheets,
-creep on secret missions, peep it, or
else be in some deep shit,
with more fishes to sleep with.






GHOSTWHIRL Digital 12"
http://jonathantothfromhoth.bandcamp.com/track/1-ghostwhirl-feat-mf-doom

NancyBoys feat. Blaine and Tucker Booth

As the last song on the album, Blaine and Tucker do hot summary of Nancyness over a beat specifically designed for the album by DJ Crucial...he's so proud of his brethren.

[Blaine intro]
Come on boys, it's time to play, you know what that means...hit the runway...

It's Blaine Zapain, I came in on a
wave that's just about to crash.
Check the stats and you'll collapse, and
miss a chance to check my abs,
or my ass or a dance,
tango with God's perfect man,
just be thankful that this class,
outpaces your modern cast.
We set trends that they can't grasp,
then we set their records fast.
GQ called me and I laughed, as
far as magazines go, they're trash.
I will not soil my hands,
asking that of me is bad.
Listen man, I'm Nance,
and an artist of the tan, and...

[hook x2]
Nancy...
You're such a flame,
let's just play the game like
all you NancyBoys...

[Tucker]
Some guys say they're Nancy and it's
clear their sense of style is scant.
Some chics come off Nancy, and then
I mistake them for my aunt, that's
Nancy, Nancy Noise, from the
Ed Hardy hat wearing, pants-me boys,
pressure-cooker, shook bum-looker,
tranny hooker, can't be boys.
So so def, these herbs can't hear a
snicker at their Bennetton.
Blinded by the light, that I will
not 'please pass the Grey Poupon.
The more baller they act, their self-
respect is going, going, gone.
It's like they're Broke Back Mountain passing
themselves off as the new Bond.
Stay nasty. F the chains and deals, leave
that for the folks who get meals on wheels,
you can keep your ice grills and Viagra pills, cause
I'm...too sexy for the Hills...too sexy for the Hills...

[hook] x2
Nancy...
You're such a flame,
let's just play the game like
all you NancyBoys...

[Flame on bridge]
[Tucker hook]
[Tucker outro]




Song from the free album
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NANCY by The NancyBoys
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