[Intro – whispered] Once upon a midnight dreary While you rappers slept all weary Something knocked upon the chamber door Yeah… Edgar Allan Flow [Verse 1] Candle burn low in a poet’s room Ink on the page like a creeping doom Dust on the shelf where the old books lay Now the dead old verses got a new hook, hey Took that quill from the shadow’s hand Brought it down to the boom-bap land Where the bassline breathe and the streetlights glow Now the ghost of a poet got a microphone I don't flex gold chains just to chase that fame I resurrect words from a darker flame Where the raven sit and the silence roar And the truth still whisper nevermore [Pre-Chorus] From candlelight to a midnight show Old dead poet with a brand-new flow Hear that knock when the bass drop low That's the sound of Edgar Allan Flow [Chorus] Quoth the raven from the studio door Poetry ain't dead anymore Turn old pain to a boom-bap roar Quoth the raven nevermore Quoth the raven from the midnight floor Ink and rhythm at the core From the grave to the corner store Quoth the raven nevermore [Verse 2] They said them poems just live in the past Locked in a frame under library glass But I cracked that spine where the darkness slept Now the whole damn verse got a heartbeat step Every rhyme like fog in a moonlit lane Every bar got ghosts in the brain From the catacomb mind where the madmen roam Now the mic my throne and the page my home So if you hear wings in the midnight air That's the sound of the past still breathing in there When the chamber door start knocking slow You already know who the voice belong to [Outro – whispered] Once upon a midnight dreary… The beat woke something ancient. Edgar Allan Flow.
