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 [Chorus] 
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!!! [Boots Riley] 
I'm from the land o' 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 [Chorus] [Interlude] 
PULL THE T
RIGGER! C'mon and help me out! 
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! [Boots Riley] 
Cause I'm a 
Ghetto Blaster 
Yeah I'm a 
Ghetto Blaster 
I'm a Ghetto 
Blaster I'm a ghetto, 
I'm a ghetto, 
I'm a ghetto, 
I'm a Ghetto 
Blaster!!! 
I'm a Ghetto 
Blaster [3X] 
I'm a ghetto, 
I'm a ghetto, 
I'm a Ghetto 
Blaster mother****er!