Mr. Raven
MC Lars Lyrics

We got EAP in the house tonight, Edgar Allan Poe.
We have Edgar Allan Poe with us tonight, one of America's favorite anti-transcendentalists.

America's favorite anti-transcendentalist.
Poe is widely acclaimed in America for his anti-transcendentalism.

We're taking this back, way back, nineteenth century style.
We're going back in time to the nineteenth century style.

Who's that (who's that) rapping?
Who is that rapping?

Who's that rapping at my chamber door?
Who is that rapping at my door?

Mr. (mister) Raven!
The raven that is rapping at the door.

All up in my grill like, "Nevermore."
The raven is staring at the singer and repeatedly saying "Nevermore."

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I kicked it weak and weary,
Late at night, feeling exhausted and weak,

Dark and cold just like Lake Eerie, Brand New sample, someone clear me.
The mood was dark and cold, similar to Lake Erie, and the artist needs someone to confirm the Brand New sample.

While I nodded nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping.
While the artist was nearly asleep, there was a sudden tapping sound.

Up like, "What?", this thunder clapping in my brain like graphic Halflings.
The singer was startled, and the sound in his head was loud and vivid like graphic Halflings.

Staffing me, I put down Milton. Cell phone mute like Paris Hilton.
Feeling scared, the artist put aside his book and muted his cell phone like Paris Hilton.

Open window, halfway built-in. Times a changing like Bob Dylan.
The window was open halfway, and the world is changing like Bob Dylan's music.

Twenty-pound bird black as could be, cold feet cold eyes aimed straight at me.
A black, twenty-pound bird was looking at the singer with cold feet and cold eyes.

Grim face, grim stare, death carnivore, quote that raven "Nevermore."
The bird had a grim face and stare, like a carnivorous beast, and repeatedly said "Nevermore" as if to indicate death.

I miss Lenore, my Annabel Lee, taken by angels from me.
The artist misses Lenore and Annabel Lee, who was taken away by angels.

Alone with books (hey that's me!), harbinger of death visiting me.
The artist is alone with books and feels like a harbinger of death is visiting him.

I said, "Can I help you, evil prophet? If you got a problem, look, I'll solve it."
The singer asked the raven if he needed help, but is met with silence.

He checked my hook, DJ revolved it, perched on Pallas, chalice dropped it.
The raven checked out the singer's hook and the DJ spun it. The raven perched on Pallas and dropped a chalice.

"Tell me sir, please, if you can. Am I good or evil man?
The artist asked the raven whether he's a good or evil man.

What can I say, what can I do, when will I be rid of you?"
The artist wonders what he can do to get rid of the raven, who keeps on repeating "Nevermore."

"Nevermore," quote he at me, hating on this fresh MC,
The raven once again repeats "Nevermore" and mocks the artist, even though he's a fresh MC.

Satanic raven, Niche glee, killing me softly like the Fugees.
The raven with Satanic vibes gives the singer pleasure, but is also bringing him down like the Fugees.

Now I feel worse, my verse is terse, joy inverse just like Fred Durst.
The artist feels worse and his verse is brief. He's also feeling unhappy, like Fred Durst.

Call a nurse, disperse my thirst put this process in reverse.
The singer needs a nurse to help him overcome his thirst and start the healing process.

Wish I'd had some warning first, MC Lars, '88 hearse.
The singer wishes he had some warning before the raven arrived. Also, he's feeling like MC Lars in an '88 hearse.

Now I'll never be Slug or Murs, under that black raven's curse.
The singer believes he'll never be like Slug or Murs, and he feels cursed by the raven.

The ravens eyes still have the seeming of a demon that is dreaming,
The raven's eyes look like a demon who is dreaming.

Lamplight over him still streaming, hear my screaming, hear me screaming!
The lamplight is still shining over the raven, and the artist repeats the phrase 'hear me screaming' to indicate his fear and anxiety.

My soul still floats there on that floor and shall be lifted nevermore.
The singer's soul feels trapped on the floor and will never be lifted again.

Afflicted calm, like Michael Moore, canonized piece, US folklore.
The singer feels a calm despite being afflicted, similar to Michael Moore. The events surrounding him will be canonized into US folklore.

Raven's house!
The raven's territory!