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This is a good set of remixes. Keep up the good work message me with your email address. this private message is not working here.
yea, all of them I ripped my original CDs and got all the good songs out....also enhanced them in Adobe Audition.... Not sure if people are aware that I have also uploaded a huge collection of Hip Hop remixes as well...its a must download - https://mastahpiece.net/threads/119735/
1. Thank you so much for putting the different remixes it was amazing going through this collection, it was a pleasure putting this playlist in shuffle & listening to whats next 2. Thank you for the chappa chappa mixes lmao 3. Would it be possible for you to upload the CDs you have that was produced by Extra Hot DJs? & the Xtreme Xtacy series? The mixes were so clean it had me intrigued about the rest of the album. Totally understandable if you can't but thanks a lot for this & the part 2, incredible job.
I got out all the good songs from each album. Its not really that great and it was a pain going through all of them. When you listen to it all at once, the beats sounds same. Anyways, you are getting all the good ones from each album. This is the best I can do.
This is a really good collection you have. Some are very rare to find now. Plus they are in good quality rip. Very impressive. Keep up the good work.
You are correct my friend. I would have uploaded more if there was a dedicated server in this website. They get deleted fast in free servers so stopped uploading. Enjoy