Lyrics Last Of The Great Bassline Hunters - Earl Zinger
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
1 Intro
2 On My Way Home
3 Song 2wo
4 Battle Of The Mic
5 Escape From Ibiza
6 Last Of The Great Bassline Hunters
7 Ringa Dinga Zinga
8 Go Round
9 Egyptian in the Red
10 ...
11 Galaxy
12 Metropolis
13 Story Of The Heaviest Bassline Ever
14 Learning to Fly
15 Did They Write On You
16 Saturday Morning Rush
17 Got To Get To Ibiza
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