Ghetto Blaster - Street Sweeper Social Club

Listen to the, shotgun sonata from personas non grata

With a plot to rock harder than the secta intafada

I do, drink firewater but I’m more like Hiawatha

And will slaughter, slaughter, slaughter, your armada

Inform your scholars that our alma mater’s squalor

So my squad’ll pull your collar at your black-and-white gala

We’re canon fodder for dollars both under Bush and Obama

I’m not a baller I’m a brawler callin y’all to come harder

And I’m a ghetto blaster

Cause I’m a ghetto blaster

See I’m a ghetto blaster

I’m a ghetto, I’m a ghetto, I’m a ghetto, I’m a ghetto blaster

I’m from the land of the free labor that planted

The plan of the black-and-branded to scram it over to Canada

A fan of radical bandits and bandanas

Who slammed in the banana clip and rat-a-tat-tat-tatted-a

They spat the grammar to scam y’all to clamor up

The damn ladder to grab for Excalibur

Not a rap battler, but the next calibre

Catch the program and not just my pentameter

Pull the trigger

C’mon and help me out

I said help me out

Need y’all to help me out

C’mon and help me out

Help me out

C’mon and help me out

Need y’all to help me out

Help me out