Bassline Chronicles

(groove, yeah, uh) Dust on the needle,

spin the record round

Walking through the borough to that classic sound Plucked bass guitar locking

with the kick

MPC pads hitting smooth and quick

Rhodes chords floating like a summer breeze

Sticking to the rhythm,

doing what I please

(yeah,

uh-huh) That old school feeling never goes away

We keep it moving day after day

Just let the bass ride,

let the horn blow (keep it moving now) Smooth and steady in

the golden glow

Writing lines on a notepad,

ink runs deep While the rest of the city is fast asleep

Bassline walking, keeping us aligned

Leaving all the clutter of the day behind

No flashy lights, just the real design

Golden era style, staying in my prime

(check it, yeah)

That old school feeling never goes away

We keep it moving day after day

Just let the bass ride,

let the horn blow

(keep it moving now)

Smooth and steady in the golden glow

Just let it breathe

Yeah