Monday, September 28, 2009

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

FASHION SERIES #3: "CITY STREET FASHION"




"city street fashion" by kevin mcentire

lookin gross
lookin gross
lookin gross
lookin gross
lookin gross

and not fit
suit and tie on the street
and you gonna get hit
so you better impress
the gangs and homeless
with songs and vivid storys
to make em harmless
captivate the thugs
and you'll turn into their homey
but if your songs arent correct...

you could get smacked backwards
your suit will get bunched
youll hear a lot of bad words
might see a ax handle punch

might call you duck
record quacks on a tape deck
play it for your boss on two speakers
make him feel sandwiched

...but if you impress
toss the suit out the door
get some basketball shorts
and a t shirt airbrushed with a california condor

slap 5 with the thugs
good wishes from the homeless
king on the street
cuz your fashion got em hooked

Thursday, September 17, 2009

FASHION SERIES #2: "FASHION CRAZE" SONG




song: "fashion craze" by kevin mcentire
chord progression A#, C, A#, E repeat

im in a fashion craze tryin to get out
i look in the mirror and i give a shot out
do posing out in front of the big house
prisioners see my fashions and want to get out
to.....hit the mall...and...raid the shops
buy the latest looks while runnin from the cops

in a fashion craze
wearin the latest shoes
before you see em
off in the news...oh in the news

yea

in a fashion craze
cant see my eyes
cuz of mirrored shades
and im closein' em...im just closein em

yea

make my fashions at home cuz i got no cash
i airbrush tiger stripes on the side of my pants
i airbrush dollar sines on the brim of my hats
jacket got a photo of a sport bike and its says *2 fast*
i got wirst bands so i look like lance armstrong
but they say *big catz* instead of *live strong*
i got em airbrushed so i look like tiger arm
and my t shirt got that *fashion craze* iron on

in a fashion craze

Sunday, September 13, 2009

FASHION SERIES #1: "DOCTOR"


ok to kick off the fashion series we are going with a bran new 1, guarnteed to rock fashion america. this got hi marks in a reading cuz i mixed fashion and the medical profesion enjoy



"doctor" 7 mcentire

--yell-- im going innnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!
--whisper-- surgury
--call out-- oooooooooh-ooooooooooooooo

maskin up, white scrubs
dancin shoes for night clubs
still relaxed from hot tubs
million dollar life of...

--whisper-- ...a doctor

blowing off steam with golf or a ferarri
shootin big game at the zoo or on safari
wearin a football jersey with your name on the back
and instead of big nubers, the medical logo is drawn on that
and medical perscriptions run up and down the seams
and little pictures of procedures decoratin on the sleeves
bright colors everwhere yellow orange and green
and the bill of the hat over one foot extends

...and just imagine a heart for love
and wrapped around it is all the doctors of the worlds rubber gloves
...and just imagine a ruptured spleen
and a doctor thinkin on the chart going in to fix everything

and after that we hit the clubs
stitches look fine
cuz i got them covered up with ointments
and medical rubs
the doctor yells out drinks on me
and tells me that if i dance 2 much im going back in for surgury





2009

Friday, September 11, 2009

NEW SERIES! FASHION




since the cheese series was the most popular series we ever did the deep spectrum poets are doing an other series: FASHION

we see fashion as art and have some grate poems in the bag to show up here over the next few weeks so get ready

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

H1N1000


"h1n1000" by kev mc

ooooo-weeeee

yellow shirt
city street
bright as sun
feel the heat
doin things
really neat
like back flips
while i eat
popcorn
and salty treats
i dizzy wobble
when we meet
cover up
both your feet
with a
silky bedsheet

its just a trick ya'll

you cant bring me down
i gotta run run
people try to lay me down
like h 1 n 1

yee wah

my 2 hands unequal size
bout the same as my eyes
but i still wear disguise
camouflage blue and white
like the clouds and skies
hiding up on roofs and trees
dartin out if someone sees
shootin pen lazer beams
and whistling loud sounds distracting

wooo whooooo



2009

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

ON A BUS


"on a bus" by mc-kev

whos doing trinks
moms on a empty school bus
dumpin out juice drinks
and stayin in the seats

for safety reasons
holdin on to the rails
so if there is a fast turn
they dont slide sail

bah bah abba
if they see another mom outside on the street
they duck down down down
to hide like sheep
hold up pictures of kids havin fun
so keep the empty bus secret and safe



2009

Thursday, August 20, 2009

ON FACEBOOK: deep spect intro


hey since meetup was so bad we open a new poetry groop on facebooks it is really good dade did the set up and sthe intro.


"deep spect intro" by dade merchant and kevin mcentire 09

DEEP SPECT
NEAT POETRY SECT
WRITE SOME POEMS OUT
THAT YOU LOVE AND RESPECT
BUT WHAT DO YOU GET?
AWARDS AND CHECKS
BUT ON THE INTERNET WE GET NO RESPECT

Thursday, August 13, 2009

MEET SINGLES




"MEET SINGLES" by kevin mcentire (remix of "Apart" by jay francol)

singles have plenty of time
to do what they please
on a average day they can
do activities

of fun like cruising around
or eating fancy foods
or maybe do what the need
like a load of laundry

oh how can i meet them
and get to be their friend
do some things with them
like catching up on trends

oh i dont know
just what to do
cuz if im crusiing in your car
you arent single anymore

i pop the brim of my cap
to say goodby
i snap the end of my sleeve
as i leave




2009

Saturday, August 8, 2009

30 AND OUT




"30 and out" by dade merchant and kevin mcentire

30 and out - a rule for the party
you got 30 minutes to box with the beat
wow eye the judges then reach for the keys
then sled to the door like you ski a jet ski

ski a jet ski
ski a jet ski
need what i need
just to get through the d

uncle party - stops by to drop off a beat
30 and out is how much he drinks
he dont drink and drive he just drinks and winks
and after 30 cans he falls fast asleep

falls fast asleep
falls fast asleep
falls to fast to
jam to the beat

your hands are covered by a pillow case
but security dont shake hands in this place
show family pictures to slow the pace
but you cant show nothing thru the pillow case

dance up a store
to the top floor
three oh and oh
you tee to the door



2009

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