Last of the Great Bassline Hunters

Last of the Bassline Hunters A dying breed of men and women Tracking baselines through city streets Ancient, old tracking They can smell a bassline from 400 miles Last of the Great Bassline Hunters See him here in the early morning Trying to find those basslines as They escaped from clubs on their way home The Great Bassline Hunter, with his Binocular and his net Setting up diversions Making the city his own Stalking the Leftfield Range Last of the Great Bassline Hunters Last of the Great Bassline Hunters He lets young basslines go till they grow fat Traps them in his net, setting up traps tracking An ancient art Last of the Great Bassline Hunters An ancient art Last of the Great Bassline Hunters An ancient art Last of the Great Bassline Hunters An ancient art Last of the Great Bassline Hunters An ancient art Last of the Great Bassline Hunters An ancient art Last of the Great Bassline Hunters Yeah