Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Party at Jay's , by - Chinese Man. Song from the album The Groove Sessions, Vol. 5, in the genre ЭлектроникаRelease date: 20.02.2020
Record label: Chinese Man
Song language: English
Party at Jay's |
| 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 |
| (FP — ASM) |
| 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 |
| (Green — ASM) |
| 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 |
| (FP — ASM) |
| 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. |
| (Green — ASM) |
| 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 |
| (FP — ASM) |
| 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 |
| (Green — ASM) |
| 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 |
| (FP — ASM) |
| 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. |
| (Illaman) |
| 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 |
| 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. |