 .. .. .. ... .....another round of treats for you wonderful people. .. ... ....big SHOUT OUT to my Debrecen family!!!  Much love always!!  Enjoy the 3rd mixx in the series and let me know what you think in the comments <3 Please feel free to share this with all your friends and family :) 

DEBRECEN BREAKS SPECiAL003 FEAT: SCOTTSCi VS OnDaMiKe

Here's a spooky treat from the SCOTTSCi vault. .. .. ...  this was recorded back in 2019 from my days over on Mixcloud under the SERATOLOGiST series.  Halloween would not be the same without some spooky breakbeat BANGERS!!  Hope you enjoy and have a safe Halloween!!  Be sure to blast this mixx at your upcoming Halloween parties ;) 

HALLOWBREAKS ViP SPECiAL 003.3r FEAT: ODM + DJ 30A VS HUDA + MORE!

. .. .. .. .. .... . .time for your weekly dose of BANGiN breaks!!. .. .. . . . ...

BREAKS MIXX FEAT: JOSH B + HANKOOK + CODE BREAKERZ + RHADES + MORE!

sanctuary / +screwed down

Morning light hits the sidewalks slow
Workers in the shadows make the whole world glow
Hands dirty while the table looks fine
Invisible hearts keep the feast in line

Before the oven warms, before the kids wake up
They mop the floor, load the crates, fill the cup
Delivery bikes glide through the frozen dawn
While the houses shine like the struggle is gone
Glitter on the plates but the palms stay rough
They hold the weight steady though the pay stays tough
Hands that carry joy we all want to claim
But the clock keeps bleeding and we forget the name
Traffic lights blink on the labor they hide
Grind in the dark while the rich sit inside
Service with a smile but the soul runs thin
Gratitude never pays for the hours they bring

Hands dirty, houses clean
They build the moment we call serene
Thank you for your service, but the truth hits deep
Gratitude never pays for the hours we keep

Holiday rush and the streets overflow
Workers push carts in a silent show
Store rooms stacked like a secret truth
Bodies getting older while we guard our youth
Aprons tied tight like a pact with fate
Break rooms quiet while the orders wait
People cheer loud at the feast they adore
But the ones who cook stand behind the door
Packages land with a soft little knock
But the courier's breath hits the icy block
We toast the joy, forget the cost
Warm homes glow while their heat gets lost

Hands dirty, houses clean
They build the moment we call serene
Thank you for your service, but the truth hits deep
Gratitude never pays for the hours we keep

Late night sweeping in an empty hall
Echo of footsteps like a distant call
Dishes stacked tall like a mountain of proof
Every smiling table has a laboring roof
They fold the cloth, close the shop, end the shift
Carry quiet burdens that we never lift
We dance in the kitchen they wiped down twice
We praise the feast but forget the price
Invisible crowd in the back of the frame
They hold the world steady while we claim the fame
If love had wages they would never owe
But the system pays nothing to the ones who glow

Hands dirty, houses clean
They build the moment we call serene
Thank you for your service, but the truth hits deep
Gratitude never pays for the hours we keep

If joy has pillars these hands built the ground
If peace has music they shaped the sound
Service unspoken under warm porch lights
Invisible heroes walking home at night

Thank You for Your Service

Cold beat knocking while the fridge light dims
Receipts on the counter folded up like hymns
Price tags sharp, carving lines in the week
And the turkey on the table costs more than we speak

Yeah, grocery bags heavy but the wallet is thin
Panier plein, compte vide — that’s the state we’re in
We stretch every dollar like elastic grief
Inflation eating all the leftovers beneath
Bills stack tall like they’re building a fort
Every month feel shorter, every wage run short
Gas pump laughing while the needle stays low
Turkey in the cart but the pockets say no
Canned goods rising like they training for war
Cold aisle hum echoing debts at the door
We coupon clip like survival craft
And the feast on the table’s just photographed
Turkey looks rich in a broke-down home
Golden skin shining on a pay-by-phone
Inflation’s the monster at the end of the hall
Takes a bite from the meal, takes the joy from it all

Inflation cooks the rest while the week rewinds
Turkey on the plate but the debt still binds
Panier plein, compte vide, story defined
We survive one meal with a broke-down mind

Rent late, landlord tapping like snare drums hit
Work hours doubled but the pay don’t fit
Groceries ring up like a punch in the chest
Inflation bouffe nos restes while we fake our best
We slice the turkey thin, make it last all week
Stretch every grain, live quiet, speak meek
Kids ask why the treats don’t show
We blame the season but the truth runs low
Stores mark up, call it “holiday cheer”
Same old trick dressed up each year
Wage freeze colder than the freezer door
And the fridge light flicker like it can’t take more
We grind two jobs for the basic plate
Call it “hustle life”, but it smells like fate
Turkey dinner staged for a family photo
Behind the smile is a fiscal no-go

Inflation cooks the rest while the week rewinds
Turkey on the plate but the debt still binds
Panier plein, compte vide, story defined
We survive one meal with a broke-down mind

Night falls quiet on a half-paid bill
Pockets feel empty though the cart looked filled
We pack leftovers like we packing fear
Stretching every portion through the end of the year
We freeze each piece like a memory saved
But the cost behind it leaves the joy enslaved
Turkey bones piled like the math we owe
And the grease on the pan’s just another blow
We talk “gratitude”, sure — but the truth is cold
Hard to praise blessings when the heat gets sold
Inflation’s a shadow in the kitchen tile
Follows every step, steals every mile
We look at the feast like a guilty win
Cause the table’s full but the bank stays thin

Inflation cooks the rest while the week rewinds
Turkey on the plate but the debt still binds
Panier plein, compte vide, story defined
We survive one meal with a broke-down mind

Beat fades slow while the numbers climb
We chew through the moment but we’re buying time
Turkey cooling down, hope running dry
Inflation at the table and it won’t say bye

Inflation Turkey

. .. .. . .. .... enjoy the beats. .. .. .. .... . . ..

BREAKS MIXX FEAT: KRAFTY KUTS + KEiTH MACKENZiE + DJ iCEY + FRESH N SLiCK + MORE!

 . .. .. .. ... .. .I am always thankful for some sweet sounding BREAKBEATS. .. .. .. .hope you are too :)  enjoi the mixx. .. .. ... . ..

BREAKS MIXX FEAT: YO SPEED + OnDaMiKe + JDOUBLE + DJ DiLECT VS DiAL UP + MORE!

Last Friday of every month, listen to Strangers in SoHo on www.halfmoonbk.com

5:00PM EST
2:00PM PST

Hosts:
'89 the Brainchild
Fatboi Sharif

DJs:
Boogaveli
[TRACK IDs]
Max B - Where Do I Go (BBQ Music) 
5TH Ward Weebie- Let Me Find Out Part 1 
Sissy Nobby - BUST IT BABY (BLAQ N MILD MIXX)
Dj Clent · DJ RASHAD · Dj T-Rell - I Want U 
Traxman · DJ Twan - Get Down Lil Mama 2023
 Dj Flex & Dj Taj - U Name It Challenge (Jersey Club Remix)
Jakkz  - U Name It Challenge - [ Jersey Club Remix ]
DJ SLIINK FT. DJ TRAY - U NAME IT CHALLENGE (HAPPY TURKEY DAY)
Dj Lil C4 - Dajae (Darknite Remix)
YOUNGSIMT2R - GET UP FROM THE WALL (DJ BOOGAVELI VOCALS) SNIPPET!!  #T2R
YOUNGSIMT2R FT. JAYTHEMIXER -  LEAN BACK #T2R
 1XH3R0 - GAS WHAT I SMOKE #T2R
Sirboyyjeff - Gang Gang 
Tang - Gimme My Gots #T2R
Traps N Trees - Carribean Queen slow version (Philly Club
Hallowed  x lilxboom - DON'T WAKE ME #T2R
Dennis Ferrer feat. K.T. Brooks - How Do I Let Go
Knxwledge - [Lets] TalkAbtit
Knxwledge - poorshot

&

dj Kohai

Enjoy the last month of the year and be full of peace & bounce

Strangers in SoHo: Live on Halfmoon Radio (November 2025) 📡 🍽 🛸 🤎

City lights flex when I slide through
Leather seat lean with a clear view
Mirror talk smooth yeah I know I do
Whole town shining when I ride through

Wake up late with a cufflink grin
Last night blurred but I still look clean
Gold on the table espresso steam
Phone full of names that I barely ring
High ceiling loft in the center zone
Shoes on the marble like a cat on a throne
Girls at the bar say I act too cold
I call it art they call it control

City lights flex when I slide through
Leather seat lean with a clear view
Mirror talk smooth yeah I know I do
Whole town shining when I ride through

Walk down stairs like a runway walk
Voice low calm but the words all shock
Silk on my collar no crease no fold
Card never declines when the story is told
Champagne glass for a midday break
Small circle only for the ones that rate
Every little look is a silent boast
Every single street feels like I host

Elegant arrogant
Downtown resident
Silver card president
Always relevant
Calm but militant
Smile so confident

Left bank breeze through the tinted pane
Beat from the club still in my brain
Driver says sir where you wanna go
I say surprise me keep it slow
Line at the door but they wave me in
Velvet rope opens like it knows my skin
Talk that chic from the booth to the curb
Polished slang every syllable curved

City lights flex when I slide through
Leather seat lean with a clear view
Mirror talk smooth yeah I know I do
Whole town shining when I ride through

She says you think you are better than most
I say I am just the one they toast
Sharp little smile with a crystal glare
I wear my pride like designer wear
Beat kicks hard but I never sweat
Pure control not a move I regret
Even when I laugh there is strategy
Every joke lands like a salary

City lights flex when I slide through
Leather seat lean with a clear view
Mirror talk smooth yeah I know I do
Whole town shining when I ride through

Concrete throne in the midnight air
Soft voiced prince with a royal stare
Urban ego dressed in satin skin
Refined and cruel with a perfect grin

Whole town shining

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

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prying open the minds eye....

Retired Club DJ and born again bedroom DJ here to rock your mind body & soul with the best music on the planet.

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