Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mr. Raven, artist - MC Lars. Album song The Laptop EP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.07.2004
Record label: Horris
Song language: English
Mr. Raven |
We got EAP in the house tonight, Edgar Allan Poe |
America’s favorite anti-transcendentalist |
We’re taking this back, way back, nineteenth century style |
Who’s that (who's that) rapping? |
Who’s that rapping at my chamber door? |
Mr. (mister) Raven! |
All up in my grill like, «Nevermore.» |
Kick it! |
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I kicked it weak and weary |
Dark and cold just like Lake Erie, Brand New sample, someone clear me |
While I nodded nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping |
Up like, «What?», this thunder clapping in my brain like graphic Halflings |
Staffing me, I put down Milton. |
Cell phone mute like Paris Hilton |
Open window, halfway built-in. |
Times a changing like Bob Dylan |
Twenty-pound bird black as could be, cold feet cold eyes aimed straight at me |
Grim face, grim stare, death carnivore, quothe that raven «Nevermore.» |
REPEAT CHORUS |
I miss Lenore, my Annabel Lee, taken by angels from me |
Alone with books (hey that’s me!), harbinger of death visiting me |
«Can I help you, evil prophet? |
If you got a problem, look, I’ll solve it.» |
He checked my hook, DJ revolved it, perched on Pallas, chalice dropped it |
«Tell me sir, please, if you can. |
Am I good or evil man? |
What can I say, what can I do, when will I be rid of you?» |
«Nevermore,» quothe he at me, hating on this fresh MC |
Satanic raven, Nietzsche glee, killing me softly like the Fugees |
Now I feel worse, my verse is terse, joy inverse just like Fred Durst |
Call a nurse, disperse my thirst put this process in reverse |
Wish I’d had some warning first, MC Lars, '88 hearse |
Now I’ll never be Slug or Murs, under that black raven’s curse |
The raven’s eyes still have the seeming of a demon that is dreaming |
Lamplight over him still streaming, hear my screaming, hear me screaming! |
My soul still floats there on that floor and shall be lifted nevermore |
Afflicted calm, like Michael Moore, canonized piece, US folklore |
REPEAT CHORUS |
Whose house? |
Raven’s house! |