Can anyone please help me put this poem into a "Crank That Soulja Boy" beat?

Listen my children and you shall hear


Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,


On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;


Hardly a man is now alive


Who remembers that famous day and year.








He said to his friend, "If the British march


By land or sea from the town to-night,


Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch


Of the North Church tower as a signal light,--


One if by land, and two if by sea;


And I on the opposite shore will be,


Ready to ride and spread the alarm


Through every Middlesex village and farm,


For the country folk to be up and to arm."








Then he said "Good-night!" and with muffled oar


Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore,


Just as the moon rose over the bay,


Where swinging wide at her moorings lay


The Somerset, British man-of-war;


A phantom ship, with each mast and spar


Across the moon like a prison bar,


And a huge black hulk, that was magnified


By its own reflection in the tide.





Meanwhile, his friend through alley and street


Wanders and watches, with eager ears,


Till in the silence around him he hears


The muster of men at the barrack door,


The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet,


And the measured tread of the grenadiers,


Marching down to their boats on the shore.








Then he climbed the tower of the Old North Church,


By the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread,


To the belfry chamber overhead,


And startled the pigeons from their perch


On the sombre rafters, that round him made


Masses and moving shapes of shade,--


By the trembling ladder, steep and tall,


To the highest window in the wall,


Where he paused to listen and look down


A moment on the roofs of the town


And the moonlight flowing over all.








Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead,


In their night encampment on the hill,


Wrapped in silence so deep and still


That he could hear, like a sentinel's tread,


The watchful night-wind, as it went


Creeping along from tent to tent,


And seeming to whisper, "All is well!"


A moment only he feels the spell


Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread


Of the lonely belfry and the dead;


For suddenly all his thoughts are bent


On a shadowy something far away,


Where the river widens to meet the bay,--


A line of black that bends and floats


On the rising tide like a bridge of boats.








Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride,


Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride


On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere.


Now he patted his horse's side,


Now he gazed at the landscape far and near,


Then, impetuous, stamped the earth,


And turned and tightened his saddle girth;


But mostly he watched with eager search


The belfry tower of the Old North Church,


As it rose above the graves on the hill,


Lonely and spectral and sombre and still.


And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height


A glimmer, and then a gleam of light!


He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns,


But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight


A second lamp in the belfry burns.


A hurry of hoofs in a village street,


A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,


And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark


Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet;


That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light,


The fate of a nation was riding that night;


And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight,


Kindled the land into flame with its heat.


He has left the village and mounted the steep,


And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep,


Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides;


And under the alders that skirt its edge,


Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge,


Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.

Can anyone please help me put this poem into a "Crank That Soulja Boy" beat?
I wrote like half a verse the poem is too long and I dont know if i am doing it right. good luck tho





Paul Revere up in this ho


midnight ride up in here yo


april 18 ,75


made it barely alive


now watch me oooh


crank dat famous day ooooh


crank dat famous year oooh


crank dat famous day oooooh


crank dat famous year





he holla'd to his homie told him peep this my dude


if the british stroll by land or water


in the hood tonite drop the light at church aight


one by land, two by sea


i'll be on the other side ya see?


ready to ride and spread the word


through every city and hood


so my soldiers are strapped up good
Reply:wow that's kinda hard, just try to listen to the song a few times and instead of saying the words of the song, use the words of the poem. get a kareoke instrumental version of the song and rap it out. :)
Reply:Start tha beat.......than say YUELLLLLLL!!!!





IM JOCKING ON YOU!!!!
Reply:what are you talkin bout....it not like any1 can record it





why such a bad song u choose??
Reply:That could be tough because while hip hop and poetry are related. Its hard to cross them because they may follow two different formats. Producers make hip hop beats according to a certain rhyme scheme most rappers use. Add that to the fact that soulja boi uses a very unconventional format. And its probly next to immpossible. Try an instrumental that is alot more smooth and more mellow......
Reply:thats a thats... a long poem uhm look up soulja boy instrumental and just put it on



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