In reverence of my previous environs, the extremely kind folks at The Fold Clothing remixed my “Home” logo and affixed it to an all american made, cut and sew t-shirt. Thats some classy ish. Designed by  graphic artist/ music & film producer D1, this coveted piece of cool people clothing celebrates some good ol’ southern, backwoods, countryfied, greens ‘n grits goodness. Yeah, you like that. Dont you? I hope you do. If not, what do you know about gear anyway? You probly still wear Fubu jereseys and Jnco pants. Loser.

Anyway, the shirts will be available soon, BUT, only in an extremely limited run…and by that, I mean 10 ( #Willywonkash*t). Stay tuned to  the site to figure out how and when you can cop one’uh deez…

here’s a hint…you’ll probly have to get the album.

First of all, allow me to extend my apologies. With the coming of my new album, I realize the greater portion of my posts have been rap-related.  New song this, download that… I assumed as a reader, you would also be interested in the awesome music I make. I shouldve considered your feelings. Instead,  I was entirely too preoccupied with reminding you that , NEIGHBORHOOD KID COMES OUT FEB 23RD!  PLEASE BUY IT AND VALIDATE MY TALENT AS A MUSICAL ARTIST…ahem…anyhow, Im sorry.

With that said, I’ve decided to introduce a new segment to this site. I know, in many occurrences, I’m more often than not, readily eager to point out the bigotry in people.  Mostly white people. Its kinda like playing “I Spy.” And, I totally understand, there’s a “you people” in office now, and we’re a post-racial society…but,  for whatever  inexplicable reason, I just always feel like every white person still got a little Rosewood in’em.  Except for John Mayer. John Mayer is tight! But, let it not be said that Haji P is so ig’nant that he cant give people the benefit of the doubt. That’s where you come in. From now on, when I think somebody is trying to tell me “these is whites only pies,”  I’m just gonna smile, write it down and let you decide…was that racist?

for example…

Last weekend, me and a friend of mine (of the caucazoid type) went to a bar in SF.  We stepped outside to the patio, where the scenery was clad with pirate guidon’s. We met a man and his dog, the man was also of the caucazoid type…the dog, was of the mangy variety.  If I had to guess, the man was probably in his early fifties…but years of alcohol gave him the dampening presence of a gentleman in his late thousands.

For the most part, he was pretty amicable about explaining the meaning behind the symbols on the flags…and something about how Barry Bonds and Pinoccio laying on a rubber headstone had some type of broodingly deep meaning ( he couldnt decipher what… but he was very adamant about it). Mid-conversation he looks at his dog, who was playing in the plants, and shouts for it to stop. Then, after scolding the dog, he gives it a lamenting stare , sighs and says….”f*cking ni**er.”

Now, I ask you…was that racist?

I mean, its not like he called me the N-word (nigga…with a hard “r”). He was addressing the dog. That makes it okay, right? Or…should I just add him to the list of  deer hunters, people that wear Hollister and waitresses who assume I’ll be having the chicken plate (of whom I think are all racist)? You tell me…I’d hate to lose a potential friend because he would never want a scooby doo to date his daughter.

Thanks a bunch!

Sincerely,

Conspiracy Brotha P.

Meanwhile, back in the Port City….Louis T. continually finds reasons to capture the magical essence of  pelvic art. This time, through the guise of  his newest collection of rap songs. If youre unfamiliar with Louis T, then youve clearly never participated in a hip hop event in North Carolina. He owns North Cack. Well, not anymore…he owns County Lines. The clothing counterpart to his hip hop promotions. Son does work.  Like, for real…he still even has a regular a** job…just like you! Anyway, peep his newest FreEP (get it? a free EP!? Tight). Which, again, celebrates the talent of North Carolinian artists. This time, within a mid 90’s, winter clothing themed collection of songs…all of which are layed over Wu-Tang-esque production. Son puts on for his city. And you can too by copping any of his his revered North Cack/ County Lines Hoodies.

download HOODIE SEASON here

Artists include, Big Hop, Addictive Nature, Lo-Cal, Saul Good and PC’s newest hardcomer….Kotix. If that  aint fly enough for your pretty little pink panties,  the Ports originators Fuzz Jaxx and DJ Battle have teamed up as the new “Action Inc.” to do a little rappity rap, also featuring Mindsone. You should peep that….matter fact, here you go…

Back to Basics Ft. MindsOne w DJ Noumenon

…youre welcome.

*Fun Fact: I was supposed to be on this album, but I slept on getting my track recorded in time. I tend to do that a lot. Hence the name “Pajamas.”

Well, here we are…a mere twenty days from the release of the album; pending the date you actually read this. In which case, its up to you to do the math, and we’re a mere_____ day(s) from the release of the album. In any event, I can only imagine you’re waiting with bated breath, and the anticipation is a real dickwad.  Thats how I feel too. But what exactly are you waiting for? Just another rap album?  Just another combination of beats intermingled with some cute lil’ wordy words? Absolutely!  This, similar to most rap albums, is just an imposition of the authors presumed life relevancy, masked behind a series of jovial rhythms and a mildly decent application of a number of literary devices.  However, and I quote, *ahem* “This sh*t right here, nigga! This sh*t right here…” This sh*t right here is faaaantastic!

I didn’t attempt to break any musical barriers with this album, or preserve the culture with lyrics dispelling tales of head spinnies, biker shorts or the luminous shine of my third-eye’s soul…that junk is so Bahamadea. Instead, I had fun with it. I wrote some raps that I thought were pretty amusing. If you cant fox with that, its totally cool. You and the rest of your sour patch friends can go sit in a circle and play Duck, Duck, Sad Face.

However, if you enjoy  a good ditty about nomadic wandering, misadventure, and lighthearted/ambiguously racist commentary,  narrated by an Uncle Remus like voice…well, hot damn have I got something for you!

In addition, to keep you abreast (boobs, haha!) with whats going on before you purchase the album, I’ve decided to give you a one-word subject description of  every song on the track list. Enjoy.

1. Wake Up- Induction.

2. Mockin’Bird- Whop.

3. Trouble- Larceny.

4. El Segundo- Larceny. (en espanol)

5. Applesauce- Gaiety.

6. Porch Swing – Porches.

7. Februaries- Entrepreneurship.

8. S.O.S.- Slavery.

9. Jumpback- Absurdity.

10. Neighbors- Crackas.

11. Good Grief- Me.

12. I know- Knowing.

*Haji P & DJ MF Shalem. “Neighborhood Kid.” Feb. 23, 2010.*

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Bruh’man

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“Oooooh snap! Only a month and two days before Neighborhood Kid is released, and Haji P is still dropping jams!?”

Pffft, yup! Gon’head and add this to your collection of songs I didnt know what to do with. Also, be advised, all the songs I’ve previously released under the title, Home Repair, WILL NOT BE ON NEIGHBORHOOD KID! *ahem* WILL NOT BE ON NEIGHBORHOOD KID!

…and now, I’d like to introduce you to the newest addition of Home Repair…”Bruh’man!”

So, one early Saturday afternoon, following the night of an astoundingly phenomenal performance at The Elbo Room in San Francisco, we (Rec League & company) went to breakfast. We had biscuits, chicken, eggs and grits. It was great. Then we had a pie, and that was great too! But, it didnt reach its full potential of greatativity until fellow Rec League  member, Proe, hotfootedly suggested getting pacman ghost tattoo’s and going to the strip club. “Hmmm,” I thought!?  “Inky, Blinky and titties! That would make this breakfast taste awesome! Lets do it!” Initally, it was supposed to be Proe, Ricky, Hanny, and me…but Ricky and Hanny decided to slick back their greaser hair, jump in the muscle car and go straight to the strip jam. Eh, me and Proe were on some BFF biz!

peep it…

The white guy with the beard, thats Salem, from Picture Machine (on Geary, SF.)

Fun Fact- Between me and Proe, it took us about an hour and a half to decide whether we wanted the eyes to be looking at the dots or away from the dots…and should the ghost be upside down or right side up. I think it was at that point Salem started to get annoyed.

Yep…and there it is…for the rest of my life, I will have inked into my skin, the exact replica of a pacman ghost. The same of which can be found on another man. To subside the gayness of this whimsical escapade, Proe and I have decided to collect our efforts and put forth a musical project of rap songs. Aptly titled, “Ghosts with the Mosts.” Youre welcome.

photography by Sehra (with an “eh”.)

Haji P – Mouth Fulla Gold

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You know how some rappers just be writin’ raps? Y’know…just chilling in the room, lab, or whatever respective confines of their choosing for conjuring enlightened lyrical stimulation? Well, this song was an exercise in that. Me, just writin’ some raps. Only, instead of all that enlightenment bull crap, I decided to go with some witty lines and hearty spoon full of good ol’ fashion ig’nance. The end result was a song, an ode to southern rap (if you will), that people who frequent my live showings tend to enjoy. Produced by DJ MF Shalem, I present to you, the newest addition to Home Repair, “Mouth Fulla Gold.” Bling!

Regular

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You may recognize this weeks installment of Home Repair as the opening sequence to the widely unpopular web series, “So Freakin Regular.”  A series in which, similar to the song itself, is a painfully mundane walk through a plain grass field of normalcy.  *Yawn*. Generic? Ordinary? Common? Yup. I was blessed with the coveted fortune to be all of the above. Who’s got time to be socially relevant, and worldly idolized when there’s bills to pay and dogs to walk? Not me. This dinner aint gon microwave itself. So, with that, I present to you my newest release, “Regular.” Produced and cut by DJ MF Shalem. And if you cant get down with it…you’re just way too special for me. Which I think is awesome. You should go get yourself a pedicure, tough guy!

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