MC LUGZY - City Boy (save me)

Dylan John Thomas - Jenna Remix

People (Makina)

Just a couple Scheme boys 😎❤️ 

Mix & mastered by D1

LUGZY - JM - Chasing Time

jericho - Daire (techno)

JM - COMING BACK AROUND

LUGZY - SPANISH TECHNO (feat - MajinSYG - Amense MC - KYLE - JM)

Sun & the Milkyway (JM's Turbo Remix)

💥 OAZKY B & MLR  back wae a belter  "Pump Up the Jam" Makina track produced by the man himself, MLR. Filthy beat & wicked vocals.
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Pump Up The Jam

This track was born out of pure, chaotic frustration, that special kind of madness that comes from saying “it’ll only take twenty minutes” and realizing you’ve just signed a blood pact with entropy. It’s a love-hate anthem to every busted bolt, every stripped screw, and every false sense of competence that spirals into existential despair and comedy gold.

The song captures that moment where optimism turns into horror, where fixing something simple becomes a full-blown cosmic joke. Beneath the humor is a mirror, how we keep trying to fix things (and ourselves) even when the universe keeps handing us stripped threads and cursed furnaces.

Absurd, rebellious, painfully human. It’s sweat, sarcasm, and chaos, a DIY disaster turned into a celebration of survival. Because sometimes all you can do is laugh, scream, and hit record.

Lyrics:

Twenty! Minute! Job!
My ass!
Wait, I wasn’t ready!
Wait, I wasn’t ready!

Said it’s quick, just grab a wrench
Five minutes tops, yeah, I’m on the bench
Now I’m bleedin’ brake fluid, losin’ my mind
Threads stripped out like a cosmic sign

“yeah right!”
Every screw’s a boss fight waitin’
Every bolt says, keep on hatin’

It’s a twenty-minute job, my ass
Three hours deep, sprawled out in the grass
If it ain’t broke, I’ll break it twice
D.I.Y.’s my personal vice

Changed a lightbulb, cracked my head
Now the ceiling fan’s possessed instead
Thermostat update, no doubt
Now my furnace screams, get the fuck out

“It’s spreading!”
Projects breed like gremlins, man
Touch one thing, it expands

It’s a twenty-minute job, my ass
Knee-deep in tools and broken glass
If it ain’t broke, I’ll fix it ’til it screams
That’s the D.I.Y. curse and the American dream

Hey honey, I’ll just fix the leak
Two hours later
The house can’t speak
Walls are crying, sink’s possessed
The dog just pissed on my progress

WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF!?

It’s a twenty-minute job, my ass
Now it’s midnight, I’m outta gas
If it ain’t broke, don’t test your luck
’Cause every fix ends with, well, we’re fucked

D.I.Y.!
D.I. WHY!?
D.I.Y.!
D.I. WHY!?
TURN IT OFF!

Twenty Minute Job (My Ass)

FULL ALBUM OF UNHEARD DANCE MUSIC AND STORYS ABOUT GROWING UP IN A GLASGOW SCHEME.