Ghostwhirl feat. MF DOOM

by Jonathan Toth from Hoth

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-I don’t need a friend, maybe two or
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-that’s me myself, and I, happiness will
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released August 8, 2005

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J-Toth from Hoth Saint Louis

Jonathan Toth was born on the planet Hoth. Since his arrival to Earth, he's been making his own form of music. He's a big fan of sampling movies, especially good science fiction. Human beings are so creative with film. He's also noticed that Earth has many of the same problems that his planet Hoth had... but they figured it out. Evolution is inevitable. ... more

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Track Name: 1. Ghostwhirl feat. MF DOOM
[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.
Track Name: 2. Ghostwhirl REMIX feat. MF DOOM
[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.
Track Name: 3. Ghostwhirl Instrumental
[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.
Track Name: 4. Ghostwhirl REMIX instrumental
[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.
Track Name: 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.