Oh snap! Well, would’ya lookie here…I done put out an album! What? Whats that you say? Is it good? Well, I dont know. Do you enjoy music thats dynamically incredible, just as much as it is freakin’ outstanding? Well, if you do…then I gotta say, in all humility…this album is pretty great. I cant take all the credit tho, I just made up the words. DJ MF Shalem allowed the production. But, dont take my word for it. There it is…right there…go’on and get you some.
In the weeks leading up to the release of Neighborhood Kid, RoutineFly.com and Haji P released a serries of songs called Home Repair, which were songs recorded durring the Neighborhood Kid sessions but are not on Neighborhood Kid. These songs are all available for free as some incentive to check out the final product. Sticking with the album format, all of the songs are produced by DJ MF Shalem, and each song has it’s own cover art!
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 hajip.com to figure out how and when you can cop one’uh deez…
here’s a hint…you’ll probly have to get the album.
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!
“Oooooh snap! Only one month 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!”
Here’s latest from the Home Repair collection, Mouth Fulla Gold, produced by DJ MF Shalem. This song is already a show classic as any die hard Rec-League fan would know. This one always gets ‘em jumping. Good old fashioned Haji P ruckus music. Have at it.
I’m killer with the lines like I picketed for Pro-Choice
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!
I know, I know, I was supposed to have this available on Monday. Well, dont be such a jerk…geez. Sometimes people make mistakes. But honestly, arent you so much more elated that I’ve appropriately equipped your insatiable appetite for song before the weekend? Of course you are! Now, when youre the grinder or grindee of some random tail at the club, you’ll think of me. And after all, thats the real reason I make music.
This weeks installment of Home Repair is an energetic tune that’s sure to get your toes-a-tappin. I mean, for real son…titties are coming out the shirt when you play this jammy. “Get It“, produced by DJ MF Shalem.
*titties are not guaranteed to come out of any shirts when you play this song.
Here it is, for your audible consumption…the first installment of a project I call, “Home Repair,” the worlds first do-it-yourself Haji P. album. An album in which you, the highly motivated and self sufficient listener, will be given all the tools necessary to comprise your own compilation of my crooning. Until the release date of my full length LP, Neighborhood Kid, every other Monday I will provide a new, exclusive, and/or previously unreleased song. If you build your home properly, you’ll have two discs worth of fun-filled lyrical adventure. However, if you fail to properly construct your home…you lose. Dont be a loser.
People’s Court, produced by DJ MF Shalem. Its a rap about rap…and youre gonna love it.
While Haji P* may not have the most popular name amongst the rising droves of today’s hiphop stars, he certainly has the most enthusiastic. Some would even say, enthusiastic to a fault. With a lyrical gift that reminds us all why we fell in love with the music of our culture in the first place, its surprising to me how the Charlie Brown of rap still manages to wander below the radar.
Recently, Haji P* released the leading track from his debut solo LP, Neighborhood Kid(to be released in February). An album Im sure will capture the attention of many once it hits the public. Produced entirely by DJ MF Shalem, Neighborhood Kid follows Haji through his life’s misadventure, scouring Hawaii to New Jersey and North Carolina to California. He invites the listener into his Brer Rabbit meets Mr. Rodgers like neighborhood, with all the caustically humorous and abrasively ethnocentric tales along the way.
Okay hiphop, I firmly believe its high time you get a grip! You’ve played me out for way too long now, and the shet stops here. Yeah, right here. Stop it! When you denied my first European tour, I understood. That whole iniquitous ordeal with unnamed label, I let it slide….even when I lost that emcee competition that everybody in the audience knew I won…sure,I threw a fit, maybe even fought a little bit….but Im over it! And now this? This, hip hop? You just gon do this to me!!?!?!
My entire life I suffered insurmountable ridicule for my personal choices of whom I chose to hang with and activities in which I’ve engaged. And now this cornball nigga just gon throw a couple of Brian’s and Becky’s in a video, horribly conjure a song about his discrepantly colored comrades and all of a sudden its okay! Give me a freakin break! First of all, them niggas at the beginning of the video would not let him off the hook so easy. How do I know? Because I used to get the BUSINESS from my boys when I didnt go to a black college and made my first white friend. I used to skate as a kid, but when I moved to a new highschool I thought I had to quit cause my posse was buggin on me like, “thats some white boy sh*t!” When Pure Playaz and Fubu was the hype gear, and I was rockin Polo Bears, my niggas was like “thats some white boy sh*t.” I used to go see bands play and thump Portishead in my ride…“thats some white boy sh*t.” But it wasn’t me trying to be anything other than a proud African American…it was me being me, son! Get a grip, yo! Black boy Swag/ White boy tags, I been on that. Young Dro and LA got a song called “Actin White” and thats acceptable? Nigga please!
Y’all aint lived that life…yall fakin the funk. Yall dont be in the sorority parties like me! Get off my P-ness! I BEEN did what yall just starting to do. Ive included pictures of me hanging out with white people as proof
