Good Things Come To Those Who Wait...

Even though sometimes that cooter she's been holding out on ain't all that its hopped up to be. Until then I'll be venting somewhere over here...

Three Strikes.

Shout out to those who know. Fuck everyone else...

I've never been one for the drama of suicide, for two reasons.

1. Is that life isn't yours to take.
2. Way too permanent of a solution to a temporary problem.

Which leads me to bigging up my alma mater The Fighting Owls of Temple University for finally ending the nations' longest Division 1A losing streak beating Bowling Green State University 28-14. We didn't win much when I was there, and when you thought it couldn't get any worse it did going through a two year stretch with out the smell of a victory. Now I know it got hectic and we heard all the cries that they should just end the program now and just bid good riddiance to one of the more snakebitten programs in the NCAA.



But you know what? We didn't we found a way to finally make it, even when the situation seemed its darkest. We fuckin' won. And this is what my years in North Philly taught me. Never give up, you can be getting your ass kicked week in week out in anything in life but you know what? Its never worth quitting over, never worth giving up. I've had my faith shaken more than a few times during that Temple losing streak, and have been pushed to the end. But you know what? I'm gonna take a piece out of that playbook however flawed it may be and get that win.

Hail The Victors!
TUMF!!!!

"Don't quit until you win, or you die..."
DP 2006
Free Kenneth McGriff...

Set Your Price...

Body language says it all for real. If you caught Rap City yesterday it was quite sad. Hav with his sunglasses on constantly looking at the ground or away from the camera with his shoulders slumped, and Pee being a little overcompensatingly cocky with the Cam'ron "Hey Ma" ring starter kit. Honestly I can see this being the demise of the group. Like dude said if you're gonna sell out, make sure that the price guarantees you only have to do it once. These cats sold they souls and they realize that its pretty irreparable at that this point. I don't even think this has to do with Confidential Informant #50, it has to do with them mortgaging everything they got and running full speed into the G-Unit buzzsaw like a guy marrying the first piece of p*ssy he ever gets. I wonder what happened faster, the ink drying on the the contract or the tattoo guy completing Maytag P's hand job. This whole deal cost them more than they were willing to pay and its gonna show. I don't think they need to get all Dave Chappelle about it and give back the loot, but I think they really need to take stock in what they sold in scope to what they gained. Dre beats aint cheap, them videos ain't cheap and I know despite all the advance sh*t they're getting they're always gonna be in debt and are in a hole they're never gonna get out of. I actually had some hope for this album, I could understand club bangers like "Outta Control" to get them some buzz but the Mobb has never been about slick sh*t. Now who are they really threatening? Joey Badabing hopped up on Ecstasy yelling at the waitress for his table service bottle of Grey Goose? Plus to use the SOHH "You're Old You Suck" mindstate, even though you guys are the same height as your average 12 year old, you're in your early 30's. Your day of the rugged shorty is over so to quote your new boss Mobb Deep is "black history" compared to the rest of the TRL crowd. Hey they can at least take solace in they've alwas faired better than MOP. I defintely forsee that signing as the Mash Out Posse jacking another label for another signing loot. I'm sure we'll see Olivia's sophomore album before we get that EP...

Mighty Drewpreme 2006
"Don't you ever ask me about who I had to kill and what it cost me to do it."
Free Kenneth McGriff...

Kobe for MVP...

I hope I'm not jinxing the Lakers here but I'm personally looking forward to a Western Conference Semi-Finals that resembles the old 25 to Life record "LA, LA". (On a side note Mobb Deep, saw you on Rap City... I could see the shame in your eyes through your sunglasses. Christopher Reeve has more spine then you guys!!!) Steve Nash, who has some how become America's favorite Canuck since Alanis Morrisette was definitely deserving of an encore MVP. I mean he did his thing eh! Regardless of Kobe doing more with less and having such feats as outscoring the ENTIRE Mavs team in three quarters, dropping 81, and the scoring title, I could see the argument for Nash. Then came the playoffs.. Where Jellybean's kid, and Sharia's little brother (Temple U. What!) some how bounced and flipped the MVP title in to the UFC. They say to become the best you gotta beat the best, and in this head to head series Kobe's been handing Steve his ass and a six of Molson XXX to wash it all down with. The dunk was sorta impressive (but he's like 6'2"), but in watching Sunday's game after vexing the shit out of Mr. MVP I've watched Kobe take another step in his Jordan doppelganger dream.... I'm riveted to the TV tonight to see how this all plays out. All I'm saying is that if Kobe and his band of Lakers pulls the 7th seed upset people my have to revist their ballots... I mean he did something Jordan COULDN'T DO - he got Kwame Brown to play... However Kobe, your sneaker game is FUCKED!


While we're talking playoffs I would like to say that this is an all-time low for Playoff Edition kicks... 'Sheed holds it down as always (complete with the straps undone), I mean LeBron has got some heat (can we get a release?), but LBJ's appeal also lies in that there is no comp out there really. I mean I can remember a few years back where cats had custom Jordan retros and people were just being flavorful with the footwear. Now is just and boatload of 2K5's and generic team kits. Come on NBA. Step your shoe game up... Why is Jalen Rose doing commentary?

Weekly shouts: The Jets for drafting smart! The Clippers winning a series for the first time in 30 years. The Mets for holding it down. Mobb Deep for dropping a club banger single and another brick album! LenDale White for bailing on his interview with Susie Kolber during the draft live on air (she hasn't been that flustered since the Broadway Joe proposal). Fuck Stephon Marbury. Big up to Kool Bob Love aka "Soul Food Bob", I can watch your show now thanks to my DVR! Big ups to Roland & Russ for the alcoholic vibes. As always shouts to the crew back home in NYC, you know who you are I'll be home next week.

Feel free to drop a line in the comments section... Drewpreme is for the children!!!!

Mighty Drewpreme 2006.
"Don't quit until you win or you die!"
FREE KENNETH MCGRIFF!!!!

Quantum Leap...

Wow... I can't believe it. Just when gas prices can't get any higher, they do. Just when rap can't get more ignant, it does. Just when you think that Bush can't piss off another country, he does. And now...

Just when the world can't get any wackier. Welcome to Charlie Sheen vs. Denise Richards. I got love for Charlie Sheen, from his brief appearance in the classic "Ferris Bueller's Day Off", Ricky "Wild Thing" Vaughn in "Major League", Franklin F. Bean in "Cadence", and a host of others Charlie is the man. Underrated comedic actor in by book, and womanizer extraordinaire who's exploits are almost up there in the Prince range... One of his exploits that he decided to marry was the beautiful Denise Richards who had any man with a healthy sexual appetite open from "Wild Things" and we haven't looked back ( Call me Antoine because I would have gone khaki shopping with her to!). Well there has been trouble in paradise and things have been getting pretty heated between the two, including some test phone messages from ole Chuck himself...

According to documents posted on The Smoking Gun Martin's son was pretty ticked at ole Niecy and left a series of messages on her voice mail including one where he unloads with the following message...

"You're a piece of shit fucking liar and I hope you fucking rot in hell. So fuck you. I hope I never fucking talk to you again you fucking cunt. Fuck you. You're a coward, and a liar, and a fucking nigger alright do fuck you!"

Pardon me people but this shit is fuckin' hilarious, I mean put away the beret and the fist pick for a minute and see the inherent comedy in this. I mean has the word gotten that universal? Is Charlie still tight about "Undercover Brother"? Where does this even come from? Is this the first "White on White N-Bombing" on public record? Did he mean it with an "a" or "er"? Is he gonna be a character witness for Fat Nick? Since he's like 8/14th's Mexican does he get the Latino/Chicano pass given to J.Lo, Fat Joe, Cypress Hill, etc? Man. You've really done it now Charlie boy...

Mighty Drewpreme 2006....
Free Kenneth McGriff

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www.mightyhealthynyc.com
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Ass-HOOOOOLE!

I apologize for breaking my weekly pattern but I’ve been swamped on the corporate plantation, been trying to get laundry done for the last two weeks and been just so generally lazy that I’ve been eating Top Ramen out the pack and dipping them in a cup of hot broth water. I didn’t know extreme shiftlessness was part of Spring Fever… I thought the weather was supposed to get me up and moving again, but its only been moving me from the bed to the La-Z-Boy to the couch. Go figure. If it wasn’t for work and satisfying my Olde English habit I’d be a permanent shut in. I’m really starting to become that weirdo guy who lives by himself that Bill Burr so eloquently joked about (Is that pesto?). I mean yeah I answer the door in boxers and a doo-rag… Stretched out wifebeaters got me having nipple wardrobe malfunctions like Janet on Super Bowl Sunday. Maybe I’ll just start taking control of my life like Kevin Spacey in “American Beauty”, clean out the garage, find a few old dusty dumbbells, toke up and work out. Speaking of I want to give a shout out to my latest import/export connect (no not VanDelay Industries), homegrown in the USA! But I digress…

I was gonna make this an angry entry about the growing gas prices, or the obvious racism that exists in the witch hunt of Barry Bonds but these retread stories have already been hashed over a million times in the standard press so why bother. I would like to give a shout out to my favorite head of state in the Western Hemisphere Hugo Chavez! Hugo, you’ve been watching “Spook” a few too many times perrito! I LOVE IT! I’m still waiting for my link to DL Mobb Deep’s new album (hop to it Shiggs!!!), besides my loathing of Loose Change and Minstrel Unit, I will further refuse to financially support this album because Washing Machine P is lusting after his new affiliation like a virgin on prom night. (Did I mention I hate that big toothed nacka? More on that when the time is right.)

Shout out to Los Mets, I’m glad that Willie Ran got them cats movin’! Thanks you to the sports gods for lacing me after Temple going 0-11, the Jets 4-12, and the Knicks… THE KNICKS!!! I can’t even say it… So I’ll just ride out with the kids from Queens and lets keep this momentum going…

Aight party people. I gotta hook up my TiVO/DVR box. Now I can watch “Lil Kim: Countdown to Lockdown” on my time! TV will never be the same…

Mighty Drewpreme 2006...

Shouts to my MH Constortium who are constantly doing it in a major way...

Fear of a Black Tenant...

First off let me say that Ghostface's "Fishscale" is amazing hip-hop. A great album in concept, format, and most importantly MUSIC. As a random fact regarding the author Mr. Dennis Coles has firmly ensconsed himself as #2 on my list of all time faves behind the untouchable penultimate apex that is Strong Isle's own Rakim Allah (the only god regardless what Jay-Hovah thinks). But pecking orders aside it was Mr. Coles latest instant classic that inspires this installment of "No Singles, No Shorts."

Early this evening I was working in a domestic capacity in Casa de Drewpreme getting some laundry done with "Fishscale" in heavy rotation helping me whistle while I work... While no Cinderella and definitely not Snow White I hear a heavy knock on my door and look at the clock and see its about 9:55pm. Swathed in Polo Bear towels and a bag of dutty Nike socks I work my way downstairs to see what the mother effin' commotion was all about. I guess I didn't get to my own door fast enough because I an once again disturbed by a very Federal type knock...

So dumping the laundry I answer the door to find a "neighbor" at the door... Already figuring that he's here about the music (Ironically the first music complaint I've received), I ask the standard "Hey what's up?" and I'm met with the following retort...

"I live down the hall and can hear the music three doors down. I'm also a cop..." and proceeds to show his badge. Here's where the drama begins.

"I apologize as a neighbor if you were disturbed by the music but do you really think it was necessary to whip out the badge also?"
"Well I had to knock twice and..."
"And you hear loud hip-hop. Ever think I had to get downstairs to answer the door? I mean you come to me as a neighbor that's one thing, but you really need to go ahead with that cop shit..."
"Well I wanted to have it prepared to see if everything was OK. I didn't mean any offense... "
"OK? You care to elaborate what you probable cause and theory of what was going wrong? Plus its to late for offending people."

*John Q. Flatfoot is becoming visibly embarrassed*

"I mean damn man. Just knock as a neighbor. I would have understood that, but I mean what was there plans for arrest?"

The pig fumbles for a BS apology. I take his badge number and inform him I'm filing a complaint...

FUCK THE POLICE...

On a sad note - Rest In Peace to Proof. From what it seems with out you there's no Em, which means no 50, etc... You were a cool brother, I'm glad I got to meet and kick it with you that time at Joe's Pub. Here's the hype man and best friend to America's biggest pop star and you were definitely one of the most down to earth cats I've met in the game. Hopefully your death won't be in vain and hip-hop will stop being the purveyor of comic book death and violence. No one seems to take note of the 100 bodies caught on an album until one of those deaths are real.

Signing Off... Mighty Drewpreme 2006
Free Kenneth McGriff.