writing trousers.

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Whatever it is I’m doing in rap, I know this for a fact…I’m doing it in the wrong place. I mean, dont get me wrong, America’s great when it comes to things like: best dance crews, funniest home videos, and dating white women to piss their dads off; but I’m really starting to get the impression that our appreciation for music is a bit sub-par…or, as my chaps across the pond say, ” Two pips beneath the cricket. Ya lyke degs?

I dont know if they really say that.

The guy in the video above is Professor Elemental. I received an email from him a couple of weeks ago in which he had this to say…

I heard your neighbourhood kid album last year and was truly blown away…as far as I’m concerned that was the perfect hip hop album.”

Yeah, I thought he may have been listening to a totally different album too. Turns out…we’re both wrong.  Anyhow, he’s from Manchester, UK. For those of you keeping track of my rappology career…this is nye the first of time I’ve gotten attention from the United Kingdom. First there was “Monkey Junk.”- an EP I put together with euro-superproducers, Fatman & Tropical. Then, there were the duets with Shea Soul….and now, El Professitorio Elemento. Im pretty sure Im being groomed to be knighted.

All hyperbole aside, PE is a well accomplished artist overseas…his resume reads of work with some of the worlds most acclaimed hip hop artists , workshops for children, and various performance pieces outside of hiphop. Basically, a whole buncha hype sh*t.  He does both comedic-character, and “real-rap” raps. Both….mother…freakin…incredible. So, when he asked me to collaborate on a project, you know my answer was an emphatic, “Yahmo be there.” Professor Elemental & Haji P. …way cooler than William and  Kate.

Im on a world tour, with Professor my man, going each and every place with a mic in my hand. Except Libya. Sh*t is not poppin’ in Libya right now.



interviews: my pain, my misery, my balls.

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(according to interviewers, this is the only photo i've ever taken.)

Brace yourself. Im going to tell you something. And when I tell you this…you may be rendered comatose with chagrin. Chagrin is a dope word. People should use it more often. Like, “B*TCH! My dog just died, Im chagrined as HECK!

Sorry. Back to my manifesto. Here it is….*sigh*

Being interviewed terrifies me. I know. Its a complete contradiction to my otherwise thugged out and indomitable demeanor. But, its the Abe’s-honest truth. Its way beyond my comprehension. I can speak to gatrillions on stage (which is a low estimate for the average show), but when it comes to intimate conversation…I get boner-dead. My brain hits the “PEACE, NIGGA!” button, and leaves me defenseless against audio and visual recording devices.

For a visual, you can peep my “Yo, Haji P, you on crack, dawg?” jitters here. But, you can also keep reading to peep the interview I did with with Mat Weir for the Streetlight Records blog.

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bite me!

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I like food. If you know anything about me…you know I like food. I’m down for food. I love it. I want to sex it. I love food so much, that sometimes it gets violent. I got that Ike and Tina love for food. I love food so much, that when it hurts me, I wanna beat the Proud-Mary-Keep-on-Rollin SH*T out of it! And then feed it cake. Eat the cake, Anna-Mae.

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dont rec with texas…

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Sometimes I write raps. Sometimes I write blogs. Sometimes I write blogs about writing raps. Once, I even tried writing raps about writing blogs.  But, to date, I have never sometimes written a blog about writing raps that I went away to rap and couldnt wait to return and write a blog about. Until now.


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