You know whats better than one Carolina summer? Yep. You know what I’m gettin’ at. Dont be crazy.

Here you go….on the house: Download It.

You should thank County Lines Clothing for giving you something better than mosquito’s, 98 % humidity, and morning sweat this summer.

Tracklist (obviously):

1.Intro: (produced PEDO)
2. Don Kotix featuring Mr. Mohalyn Carolina Blues (Exclusive)
3.J Cole: Who Dat (produced by J. Cole)
4. Phonte of Little Brother: Tigallo For Dolo (prod. Khrysis)
5.Actual Proof: Skate Kids (produced by 9th Wonder)
6.Action Inc.ft. Thirstin Howl III: Furious (produced by DJ Battle)
7.J Cole: Higher (produced by J. Cole)
8. Kaze: HA HA (Exclusive)
9.Young Fif: Face Down (produced by Dat Superstar)
10.The Away Team: First Class (Produced Madlib)
11.Waleed Coyote ft P-Wonda & Ricco Barrino: DJ Hero (Rio Productions)
12 Last Ones Left: Fires & Flame (Produced by PEDO)
13.Smallworld Featuing TK-N-Cash: Give Me All Of That
14.Ed E. Ruger Ft. Kaze & Chaundon: Crush Careers (produced by JJ the Jenuis)
15.Don Kotix feat. Raw English: Eppy (produced by JJ the Jenuis)
16.Big Hop & H2okz: Local Celebrity
17.Fluent feat. Emilio Rojas: Rock Yo ( produced by D1)
18.Haji P: Bruh Man (produced by MF Shalem)
19.aMc: I Am NC (produced by 7even)
20.Ed E. Ruger:40 Bars (produced by JJ the Jenuis)
21.Carolina Torch: Saying To Much (Nyce Productions)
22. Whispaz, Deezil Bomb, Young Glad: Im Hard-Remix (produced by Wonderboy)
23. Scottie Flippen: You Bouncin With Scott (#1 Spot) (produced by Conor McHugh & Derrick Acker)

Nigger Lipping (nig-er-lip-in) verb.- When you leave saliva on something being smoked. Cigarettes, weed, even a crack pipe.

*definition provided by Urban Dictionary.

Have you ever heard this term before? You have? You’re probably white aren’t you?  You sonnovabitch! ? I have no idea how this, beyond reprehensible epithet, has managed to escape being yet another entry into my scrapbook of Dick Dastardly-A**-Derogatory Things That White People Say. Funny thing is, immediately after I thought about that, I had to step back and think, “Wait, am I more upset at the word itself…or the fact that I’ve never heard it before?” Luckily, I was equally offended. *whew* If I was only upset at my  unawareness of the term,  I’d be a real insensitive, “Please massah, let meh put some mo’ sugah in yo’ lemonade, suh” Uncle Tom type brotha. I mean,  having spent my last ten years living in the south, I was under the cemented belief that I had incurred every colorful and creative way to disrespect black people imaginable. It’s sort of like a badge of valor.

The very first time I heard “Nigger Lipping” was about two years ago, when it had mistakenly exited the mouth of a co-workers boyfriend (a mistake I’ve decided to henceforth coin, Honky Talkin’). I didn’t think so much of the implications of the word at the time because I was overwhelmed by 1.) the overall hilarity of it and 2.) the barrage of “Oh, he totally didn’t mean it like that” apologies I received from the circle of white people I was immersed in.  It wasn’t until today that I was told by a different co-worker what the word actually meant. To which she grievously followed, ” I know people who say that all the time.”

Damn. Word?

Yep, apparently Nigger Lipping is “No big deal bro. Its just weed slang.” Then I was told, by someone else,  that I “just dont get it because [I'm] not a smoker.” Maaaan, please! Wash my balls with that! Ordinarily, I don’t get upset at things that most would consider racially degrading because I’m overbearingly ethnocentric, and absurdly proud of of who I am/ where I’ve come from. But, good grief, yo! I’m just finding out today that it’s the colloquial equivalent of  ”blow job.” Get a grip! I mean, the obvious taboo aside, the entire word is six paces more insulting than a McDonalds commercial  featuring the “Pants on the Ground” guy singing about double fried McNigga Wings with Watermelon sauce, during the presentation of The Aunt Jemima Award on a BET picaninny pageant.

On the reals, I know my lips ain’t the smallest soup coolers in the world…but to imply that, as an entire race of people, they’re so distinctly grotesque that there could be no other explicable justification for the superfluous dampening of  your smoking apparatus…well, that just makes you a dick. Dick.

When I was a kid, I spent a lot of time in detention and being on punishment. Needless to say, the two kinda go hand in hand. Anyway, as with any disenfranchised member of society, my time spent in incarceration led me to discover a penchant for writing. I couldn’t remember how many stories I’ve written total, but some of the more famed titles include: The One Black Hunchback, My Name is Stupid, and Adams Apology to Jesus (a story told from Adams perspective, in letter form, explaining how Eve forced him to eat the apple, and as punishment, Jesus should make women bare children in the most painful way possible).  However, no work more successful than a self-help book I wrote in the seventh grade called, The Things We Do: My Guide to Making Your Life Better. It was roughly 20 pages of hand written/hand drawn literary gold. I made copies and sold it for $1 to all my moms friends, all the faculty and staff at my school, my soccer coaches and anybody I thought had a dollar to spend. I was beyond certain that book would make it into book stores the world over. Well…it didn’t. But my freakin’ bummy anus rap album did! Neighborhood Kid, now available at Barnes & Nobles Bookstores!

Noble employee, John, hookin’ it up at the first B&N store to carry the album, in Fayettville, NC. Next stop, the world! And then…maybe Vermont.

Man, this year has been pretty busy for Rec League. In December, we dropped Season 2. In January, Richie Cunning dropped Night Train. In February, I released Neighborhood Kid…and this month, Qm submitted his solo album,  Happy Hour. And thats to say nothing of the albums previously (and futuristically) put out by Grip Grand, Proe and Rob Rush. Gee wiz. What to do now? What to do…what…to…do?  All these great albums, and a live performance that ranks slightly below Michael Jacksons in Motown 25. Hmmm…what to do, what to do? I suppose we’d be some real cads if we didn’t share this miracle with the world, huh? Yeah. You’re probably right. But, the world is kinda big, so we’ll just keep it on the west coast for right now.

No Time Outs!

show dates listed over there —->

(yeah. there. where i usually put the show dates. dont act like you aint never been here befo’!)

As a remarkably talented rapper that makes remarkably talented raps that nobody cares about, its pretty dope when random people in other countries pilfer the music you worked so hard on to make wiggly-feet dance videos; to, in turn, promote their own endeavors by using your material as the vehicle to lead them towards their own agenda. I respect that. I respect even more the fact that the song in this video has never been released. Not only that, it’s not even finished…hell, the motherfreakin song aint even got a title yet! Somehow, she cold jacked this from a recording session that was uploaded on youtube.

This isn’t the first tho. This person, C’her (who I can only assume to be the famed star of the blockbuster smash Mermaids and maker of hits such as Believe), did a similar video to my  highly acclaimed by everybody in the world single, Good Grief (hit the jump to see video). The innanet is crazy, son! My sister put me on to the videos of this person, who clearly only exists from the waist down.  Actually, now that I think about it…she might be the nanny from the muppet babies. That’d be dope!

Thanks for reppin’ C’her.  Walk on, soul sister, walk on!

Dear Big Baby Jesus, why’d you let South Carolina do this?

Initially, I wanted to write this post a week ago after watching his interview with Don Lemon on CNN, but unfortunately, was continually sidetracked. Anyhow, this is Alvin Greene. Winner of the Democratic Primary for US Senate. Alleged Republican Plant. Involuntarily discharged Army vet. Resident of his daddy’s basement…unemployed, and all around broke a** mofo! Now,  before I continue, let it be understood that A.) I dont usually do political commentary (I tend to keep those thoughts to myself) and B.) Absolutely NOTHING makes me happier than to see my people achieve high merits. But, got damn South Carolina! Why!?! I’ve watched ALL of Mr. Greene’s interviews, and he’s yet to demonstrate the smarts and eloquence (or at bare minimum,  bullsh*t-artistry) that would make him fit to be a guest speaker at an elementary school for dyslexic slave children…and y’all gon let him represent you in the US Senate? Word!? Good Grief. I know Vic Rawl (former democratic state rep) is somewhere in a big beautiful white house, on a floral confederate plantation, reminiscing on his past 4 terms…and bathing in a tub of  ”WTF’S?!?!”

The most prominent squabble over his senate seat is, he’s said to have been a plant. But, whatever, as of right now, thats just speculation. However, if  that should be the case….y’all republican niggas ain’t slick! I know what you did. I seen Undercover Brother…and how they played out Billy D.! Y’all did the same thing to Alvin Greene and thought you could get away with it cause the nigga look like Eric Sermon. Well played, you dirty motha f*****s!

Pacific Grove, California (PNN)– As shifting weather patterns threaten to push more oil towards the shores of Mississippi, Alabama and Florida, efforts to cease the irresponsibly shed oil have become increasingly more desperate. It would almost seem as though BP has exhausted every practical idea conjured within its creative think tank–each as unsuccessful as the next. After the failure of the Diamond Saw (only cutting midway through the pipe before getting stuck), they’ve begun to backtrack to previous  stratagem (giant sheers). Which, while producing a deeper incision in the pipeline, still provided equally useless results.

A recent press conference with BP’s CEO, Tony Hayward, shows the chief executive grievously crying out for the assistance of an unassuming California  resident, Arthur Curry…or as most of us would recognize him, Aquaman.

PNN reporter, Hanjay Pupta, had the opportunity to speak with Arthur; who seemed to have taken severe personal offense to Haywards cry for help, calling it “deplorable and insincere.” When asked by Pupta why he was so put off by Haywards plea, Curry (with arms raised) fiercely exclaimed “How was I not the first option? I’M F*CKING AQUAMAN!”

Curry, now a resident of Pacific Grove, California maintains a humble lifestyle free of crime fighting and high-tide heroics. He works  as the curator for the Monterey Bay Aquarium and is currently in the midst of a custody battle with his ex-wife, Princess Ariel (of Little Mermaid fame). Still a friend of the ocean, he lends his free time finding homes for wayward hermit crabs and teaching  father & son topography classes to clownfish.

Overwhelmed with obvious bitterness, Curry continued to offer his thoughts regarding contempt, his part in the spillage relief and BP’s CEO.

” This isnt the first time I’ve felt my contribution to heroism was neglected and undermined. I had to deal with the same sh*t in the Hall of Justice all the time.  I was always asked to organize the beach trips, but whenever there was a battle of reasonable significance, I would hear Martian Manhunter whisper to The Flash ‘Pssst….hey, lets not invite the dolphin whisperer!’ …what kinda highschool mean-girl sh*t is that!? I can breath in two places; water AND earth! Plus talk to starfish…that sh*t is useful got damnit! ”

Pupta reached over to offer the Aquatic all-star a hug, and continued to listen while Curry buried him in emotionally dense lamentation.

“Im just *sniffles* tired of being taken for granted.” He told Hanjay.

“For years and years, I’ve selflessly put my body in harms way for the benefit of the public, to receive not even so much as a thank  you….from anybody!?”

“I was once told, years ago, that in the thread of [DC] Comic-Hero movies, that Aquaman would be next for production. That news felt great (see image here)! Well,  the years pass, and  I haven’t heard anything about my movie yet…but now I find  out there’s a Jonah Hex movie! What? He’s a dead cowboy with half a face, big snorkin’ deal! I CAN BREATH IN TWO PLACES! “

Pupta explained to Arthur that Haywards opportunity may provide a dignified revival to the name Aquaman. To which he replied,

“Hayward and British Petrolium are absolute bullsh*t! If they were really concerned with fixing the problem, they would’ve sought me out first.  I couldve called up a couple sea anemone and had the problem solved ASAP! Instead, I became a last ditch effort after  tire shreds, golf balls and shaved camel butt! I flatly refuse! F*ck you Tony Hayward, and f*ck your oil spill!”

Curry told Pupta that while he still cares a great deal for his ocean dwelling comrade and dry-land supporters, he feels that staying away from this problem would be the best thing for his integrity. After a final handshake, Arthur grabbed his sting ray and dove back into the above-ground pool in his California home, adding “Hey, Tony, you want your problem solved? Why dont you go call Jonah Hex. Oh, and by the way…tell Batman to suck it!”

Meanwhile, somewhere in Japan, a young samurai hang dries his most coveted possession…a haji p “neighbor” t-shirt.

The photo was taken by Jacob Burge , while on a photography venture in Godzilla-town…and its pretty freakin hype.

The two things I admire most about this video: 1.) The prominence of workmanship. 2.) Commitment to country.

“There will be people that want to do this kind of work; provided this kind of work is here for people to do…”

The Fold…know about it.

Brown Co.- Never Left

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Here’s a gift not to be scoffed at. The first Brown Co. song recorded in over two years, produced by LO (for L’Orange Productions). Featured on the album, Eternal.

Pffft, maaaan, just download the motherfreakin’ song!

*available on itunes.