Chinese Man, Youthstar, Illaman - Party at Jay's lyrics

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 10 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
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

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

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 it's 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
10 years with my band 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 8 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 like a terrorist in a pay phone
Its london city’s finest all
Up in Marseille yo
Insane like David Blaine after
He take 8 tokes
Tell your chick a joke and get some
Neck I make the brain blow
The CMR fam, light em up with flames
Heading to the party up at J's
So what you saying yo

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