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The recording quality of this mammoth two-CD local mixtape gets a little furry about midway through its second disc, but it’s jam-packed with local names and non-names (Comp, N.E.K., Clayway) that has set more heads nodding than a methadone clinic. Organized by local roughneck Ogun, Real on Purpose sounds like it is composed of mostly freestyles that are streetwise, fearless, and all over the map. Everybody has a favorite cut, but lately we’ve been feeling Tim Trees’ “No Club Shit,” a muscular, cautionary boast-threat in which Trees tosses off, “I don’t think you know what block this is/ you don’t wanna wind up waking up in a Johns Hopkins bed” in his charismatic, always changing and Scarface-threatening delivery.

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