The debut 3R track about the one and only...Necronomicon.
Musicians of the undead nature.
3R, or the "3Residents" formed at the young age of 28, but at 30, before performing, were stricken with a curse -- a virus -- and continued performing even under the influence/infection. The interesting sounds that all 3 of them created after the contamination brings us to the new flavor.
Story behind the song
This is mostly about the rhymes that the original Necronomicon has both cursed and blessed us with.
Lyrics
(Mike)
Welcome to our home, no need for clearance
Check the name, Mike, and check my experience
No interference, so referee beware
I check the mic before you know this Mike is there
(Panda)
I'm the Panda, short for express
Flipping the flows with style and finesse
Mauling bystanders if they come to close
With me, for your money, you get the most
(Mike and Panda)
Let's make a toast to the necro, a toast for the better
of the 3 MC's, straight up zombies
'cause if you don't got the strategy you'll only get mad at me
and we are glad to be
Dead
(Mike and Panda)
Back from the graveyard, straight from the dirt
Put pain on us but we feel no hurt, lurk
through the night and show no distress
Stress, yes, and we flex, yes, to get your flesh, yes
(Mike and Panda)
Hand the mic to the necronomicon
The con artist conning up from your lawn to spawn
Through your house and rip up your body
Nothing wrong here but a little bit a sodomy
(All chorus)
The undead dead, ripping into cavity-form
Evil-like and defying gravity's form
Of human essence, this is the sense of crescents
With a necro like himself he need not a blessing
(All chorus)
Say hello to your leader, selfless emphysema
Took over my body and create a wife beater
Listen all you fellers it's about that time
To stress, and get your flesh, yes
(Necro and Panda)
The story starts a long time ago
3 fly MC's setting up for a show
Making the best of their time in human-form
Before the curse of the germ
(Necro, Panda, and Mike tradeoff)
So how we came to be, is not explanatory
All we want, is to be gorgeous swans
Yes, yes, we want to be gorgeous swans
Unaffected by the wrath of the necronomicon
Conartists take over your life
To end misery, is decapitation by knife
(All chorus)
Yes, we entertaining your mood with our misery
We is showin' niggers what it means to be
Dead, dead, useless as lead, lead
Creating mass hypocrisy from democracy
Is the start of a war, a war that'll release the virus
Release the germs, the hate and the pirates
That pirate disease, around the world
Controlling every mind like a zombie girl
(All chorus)
This is what it definitely means to be cursed
To set yourself on "disperse" and prepare for the worst
This is what it means to be His pawn
This is what it means to be the necronomicon
