Ghettoblaster

«Come with Uncle and hear all proper
Hear angel trumpets and devil trombones
You are invited.»
Out of my system, onto your streets
We’re bringin' a dose of reality
Lower the chaos, set it free
Isn’t it the way it’s supposed to be?
Many try to label me
But there’s no possibility
Got to turn it up
And we’ll bring it down
Got to turn it up
Noise pollution is all I see
Infected airwaves, they plague me
Mass hysteria, no mass history
What do we get? No quality
Blast the system. (Ghettoblaster!)
Blast the system. (Ghettoblaster!)
Blast the system. (Ghettoblaster!)
Blast the system. (Ghettoblaster!)
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Buying and selling musical commodities
Give them enough rope and they’d hang me
Under the radar from your reality
This one’s for the people keeping ears to the street
Got to turn it up
Then we’ll bring it down
Got to turn it up
And we’ll bring it down
Blast the system. (Ghettoblaster!)
Blast the system. (Ghettoblaster!)
Blast the system. (Ghettoblaster!)
Blast the system. (Ghettoblaster!)
Blast the system. (Ghettoblaster!)
Blast the system. (Ghettoblaster!)
Blast the system. (Ghettoblaster!)