Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mr. Raven (2012), artist - MC Lars. Album song The Edgar Allan Poe EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.07.2012
Record label: Horris
Song language: English
Mr. Raven (2012) |
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 Eerie, Brand New sample, someone clear me. |
While I nodded nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping. |
Up like, «What?», this thunder clapping; |
stompin' like the devil or a Parish |
Chaplin. |
I dropped my Lovecraft on the floor, like Arthur Gordon Pym on a distant shore |
Open window, let the fire escape. |
Man in the alley in a top hat and cape. |
Twenty-pound bird lands on the sill, cold feet cold eyes give me a chill. |
Grim face, grim stare, death carnivore, «he that raven «Nevermore.» |
Who’s that (who's that) rapping? |
Who’s that rapping at my chamber door? |
Mr. (mister) Raven! |
Corvus corax come to settle the score |
I miss Lenore, my Annabel Lee, taken by angels from me. |
Alone with books (hey that’s me!), harbinger of death visiting me. |
I said, «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,""he he at me, hating on this poor MC, |
Satanic raven, Niche glee, Screaming at me like Gordon Ramsey. |
I jumped into my Eldorado and checked my cask of Amontillado |
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 Sage Francis, while on my grave this black bird dances. |
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, scratched up my door, canonized piece, US folklore. |
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.» |
Who’s that (who's that) rapping? |
Who’s that rapping at my chamber door? |
Mr. (mister) Raven! |
Found dead in the streets of Baltimore |
Whose house? |