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