Party at Jay's (feat. Asm, Illaman & Youthstar)

Ha
Check, check, one-two, ayy

Frequency 120 Megahertz, the tower issues red alert
Emergency we've never heard a better verse
Clouds swell preggers take cover when the heavens burst
Either that or arms open let it quench the thirst

Dr. Lecter with the extra girth
Rank a wurst from best to worst
Frankfurter, Rinds, Brat, Curry, hurry rent a hearse
Mending words like surgical wordsmiths
Vertical spurt then return to the gentle dirt

Sent to earth first single mission is to lift the curse and
Shift the malediction once inflicted on Egyptian acquisitions
Craftsman of factual fiction
Masterful vision immaculate diction

Tactical precision paired with discipline
Blowing up like nitroglycerin, switch to ten when I left the pen
Tell the homies and the next of kin
There's a party up at Jay's with a theme, and it's Mexican

Party up at Jay's, yo
Party up at Jay's, theme's Mexican
Party up at Jay's
Party up at Jay's, tell your next of kin
Party up at Jay's, yo
Party up at Jay's, theme's Mexican
Party up at Jay's, tell your next of kin

Astonishing agility riddle me how these kids display the synergy
Typically only seen in synchronicity of swimming teams
Roast a pork belly with the fennel seeds
Got more styles than there's feet upon a millipede

The craft is ancient like the Byzantine, script pristine
Stencil clean, seen, must be P and Mr. Green
In an out, twinkle feet, stealthy like a ninja team
Any bwoy test get injested by the lit machine

Groove Sessions Huge spectrum of shrewd lessons
Tear the crude cretins a new rectum
Awake from slumber thunder rages now torrentially
This shit is fucking dope the understatement of the century

Ayo, who's stepping? Juice pressing 'til blue resin
Exudes from whoever's the news bearer, the Kookaburra
Send a raven with abusive letters, dreck
Excrement to put it mildly at best, yes

Party up at Jay's, yo
Party up at Jay's, theme's Mexican
Party up at Jay's
Party up at Jay's, tell your next of kin
Party up at Jay's, yo
Party up at Jay's, theme's Mexican
Party up at Jay's, tell your next of kin
Party up at Jay's, theme's Mexican

Couple bragaholics with hot spit like volcano
Bare rago flows to bend these pussys up like Play-Doh
My hand will swing the pen like sword its Illaman with insane tones
More raps than kebab shops they got on Green Lanes bro
I'll murk your gal and have her missing, call her Jane Doe
Ten years with my band, fam I was a devil with a halo
It's the Xbox expert holding a game while he his change clothes
And if it ain't a dig to your chin then blood your holding eight blows

A kick wearing my Timbs, some rotten fruit at your Range Rove
Fat like I got some bombs underneath my raincoat
Blowing up the gaff just like a terrorist in a payphone
It's London city's finest, all up in Marseille yo

Insane like David Blaine after he take eight tokes
Tell your chick a joke and get some neck I make the brain blow
The CMR fam, light 'em up with flames, yo
Heading to the party up at J's, so what you saying bro?

Party up at Jay's
Party up at Jay's, theme's Mexican
Party up at Jay's, ha
Party up at Jay's, tell your next of kin
Party up at Jay's, ha
Party up at Jay's, theme's Mexican
Party up at Jay's, tell your next of kin
Party up at Jay's, theme's Mexican

Oi, that's not a pot to piss in, that's my dog's ashes you punk
And whose fucking Ray Bans are these?
Oh, my God that's my stash box
What are you doing?
Clean that up now, no, no, no, you fucking toilet
Get your fucking dick out my fish tank
Jesus Christ what is wrong with you, you fucking idiot
That is not a pot to piss in, ju-, put it
Come out of there