BOILERMAKERS 2021 EP (Unreleased)
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CIBEFY - Prod by Siyoni Sounds
Typical - Prod by Siyoni Sounds
Blame Me - Prod by Fossa Beats
Unaccountable - Prod by Fossa Beats
Brown Skin, Nice Shirts - Prod by Matt Okine

Mastering by Klaus Hill

Brown Skin, Nice Shirts

BOILERMAKERS 2021 EP
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CIBEFY - Prod by Siyoni Sounds
Typical - Prod by Siyoni Sounds
Blame Me - Prod by Fossa Beats
Unaccountable - Prod by Fossa Beats
Brown Skin, Nice Shirts - Prod by Matt Okine

Mastering by Klaus Hill

Unaccountable

From the upcoming BOILERMAKERS 2021 EP...
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Written by Matt Okine
Beat Prod by Fossa Beats
Vox Prod & Mixed by Siyoni

Mastering by Klaus Hill

Blame Me

Typical

CIBEFY (Can I Be Enough For You)(ft. Gracelands)

...I’m not hungover for a change,
I just downloaded the new kanye to play, and I can’t wait,
Got paid, and no it’s not a fortune, 
but it’s nice to have something in the bank, just to fund games,
No I’m not, investing in the future, man,
Money saved is useless and I’ll spend it how I choose it,
So I buy booze, a few cigs,
Gamble it and lose it,
Lock myself in this room and make music....

Disco-Matt MC ft Dinnertime Duke - The Tipping Point

A preview of the upcoming boilermakers ep, pete smoke 2.
FULL CUPS
written & produced by matt okine
additional vocals by genevieve fricker & andrew bukenya
dialogue from j stone
mixed by spruce lee

full cups (prod. by disco)

take me home. by boilermakers. prod by C1.
original sample: fyfe - st tropez
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uvgzCy9dNPY


take me home (prod. C1)

Boilermakers remix of Hermitude's Ukiyo.

Pls excuse the obvious FL samples... I'm sure I have dishonoured my family.

the show (hermitude ukiyo remix)

Boilermakers remix of San Fermin's 'Reckoning'.

LYRICS:
I'll always take new friends over truth benders,
I probably faked a few of them on these loose benders,
I guess I got complacement, guess I was always wasted,
But them cheques paid, the banks balanced, and I'm shooting for stars. 

Thinking he could stop Godzilla, did he? 
Hand cold, fold her up, like Manilla, did he?
Difference is I'd rather be a rich kid than a victim,
even though that knife hurts when it sticks in,
I'll risk it. Full house. baby put my chips in - I'm out!

all I can do...
Is take, take them polaroids off refrigeration,
space, space, see I'ma need a little patience,
Write some new shit. Tell me that's the secret,
See I got this new shit, history - gon' repeat it,
Nah - I won't repeat.
I'm gonna beat it. 
I'm out.

All i can do...
is keep being these dumb motherfucker's target practice,
smart arses always laughing, but they hardly rapping,
and i been blowing up like party crackers,
all these other actors running their mouth like line backers,

til my uploads slow traffic like car crashes,
my last show, so magic my card damaged,
I'm real good, fuck it, I'm star status,
undies and that hood,
well fuck it I'm gonna grab it.
fuck it I'm gonna grab it.
Where'd I put my manners?

now I'm on so many line-ups I could be a fucking barcode,
and I could tell you but it's probably embargo'd,
sick of these assholes, trying to shit on my show...
blast foes in the past bro,
watching them like fargo,
go snails pace like escargo,
for ten years they been sleeping on me like narcos,
bating me like Psycho,
now they asking music or laughs, yo?
and I'm like "why don't we do both?", 
Why don't we do both,
Like I'm a fuckin taco.
asking Y2k? like it's 1999, bro
rapping charcoal, repping polo like I'm Marco,
ripping harsh cones at southbank, with a cask of that lexia,
trying to save my last smoke for the bus home.
now they asking - that your cheddar? 
fuck, it's nacho's - it's all mine. 
a chip off the old block,
got so many avocados, made the whole guac with my eyes closed,
but yeh I am ice cold...
yeh I guess I am ice cold.

Reckoning (remix by disco)

prod by c1 beats
written by matt okine (w/ c1)
performed by matt okine & marwa
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LYRICS:
I just remembered how all of it started,
No disrespect to the dearly departed,
But oh, man, it feels different.
hit 95, I'm encarta,
I’m under their armour,
I'm out of my system,
Crushing my wisdoms,
Are we living, brah??

99cent, and we paying with card,
Now, all of these 100s we changing the guard,
Feeling the fire, 
Rolling like Simba, fearing the scars, Three-and-a-half? 
Ceiling of stars...
Man, I'm so radioactive, I glow in the dark.

All of these Sellecks, I sell it.
All of these relics, I relish.
Kill it? I Will, son - denis the menace,
Bro, When i said it I meant it.
Censorship drowning me slowly (shhh)
Hand over mouth like emojis (shhh),
Fucking with phonies,
We here in the moment, are we lonely? Are we lonely?
(CHORUS)
All the things that I throw away,
And all the things that I wanna say,
These birthmarks, and frown lines,
first scars, from down times,
They're never gonna fade…

(Oh, I want nothing at all…)
I ain't ever gonna fade…. (x2)

I don't feel too good (no more) (x3),

Sorry for sending that message I'm really quite confident…
Sorry for sending that mix before checking the monitors….
Ain't nothing wrong with self-consciousness,
I just don't think of the consequence,
I just keep pushing her tolerance,
Asking a protestant whether a god exist.
Reign in my drinking to levels of moderate,
Baby, my drinking’s the problem, its..
Maybe my drinking's the problem it's ‘water with bubbles’ and ‘pastry with chocolate’.
Said i’d become all the things that I hate,
I ain’t forgotten it, Fuck all the comedy.
Why all the hate-mail?? Guess it's misogyny.
I might just get into property.

Fuck it.

22 nights in a row,
22 signs on the road,
22 fights on the phone,
Telling guys that I know, like,
“Fuck I just became the opposite…”
Oh, he's so fearless and dominant.
But I need a vowel for the consonants.
Cos we shot hard.
And they rolling anonymous….
Told you I’d lie, that was promises. 
All those were promises….

(chorus)

fade (nothing at all)

Produced by Fossa Beats w/ C1.
Written by Matt Okine.
Performed by Matt Okine & Marwa

Jesus Age

Boilermakers ft. KLP - Warning Signs
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Produced by Siyoni
Written & Performed by Matt Okine & Kristy-Lee Peters
Mixed & Mastered by Angus James

Warning Signs

Warning Signs (ft. KLP)

Remix of Norah Jones' "Sunrise" by Disco-Matt MC & Genevieve Fricker
Produced by Matt Okine.
Written and performed by Matt Okine & Genevieve Fricker

Sunrise (ft. Genevieve Fricker) (norah jones remix)

Prod by TALL TALES & Keanu Raves
Vox by Disco
Written by Disco
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Original Track: Lou Rawls - Need You Forever

Career Ending (prod by TALL TALES & Keanu Raves)

Tony Sopranos in the penthouse again, 
where the whiskers? someone let this cat out the bag,
and if I could maybe pen out a plan,
write a three act, then maybe I could get out at this pad,

got no money, like nothing at all,
call me a Holden fan cos I can never afford,
green tea, ice creams, waffle cones,
got a piece so rusty it's about to throw a phone,

but I love it,

ten trip saver in my pocket,
wish I didn't lose my shit over cabcharge dockets,
Overdrawn, I'm a bad-ass comic,
and chicks lose their shit when I rock it,

wanna be on that food like salt n pepper,
wanna be on that Brunei sultan paper,
wanna see baht like a foxtel playlist,
But now I can't even Foxtel basics.

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*CHORUS*
Friends call me disco
Chicks call me disco
Poor like I'm disco, (eating cheese on toast)
ball like I'm disco,
on this on this on this,
dance floor like I'm disco,

Merry merry happy,
yeh I'm still happy rapping,
even though I'm still broke.
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Am I ever gonna ever make cash money?
Are they ever gonna ever take tax from me?
Cash flow like an afro tap, bro.
well dry. like always flat broke.

I got friends with more money than god, man.
I got friends who call money a god send,
I got friends who calling on me to stop, 
Shots at the bar! Like - bro, it ain't an option,

and I love it. 

late nights. stage lights. state flights.
playfights. chase like all of the hype, all of the hype,
tastes right, taking off like plane rides,
never any pay left, one day I'll get paid right.

Chicks in the harbour, joking like "your famous".
Yeh that's why my bank accounts skinnier than Kate Moss.
laugh hard when  I told them what my Name was,
but I'm like, "so cereal, girl" - Tori Amos! 

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yoga for my money,
gotta make the dollar stretch, 
spirits and a three course,
blame it on the overheads,

waste it on a keyboard,
claim it on the soberless,
empty spreadsheets,
so lonely when I go to bed

kill my cash moneys,
so wrap it all in plastic
put my thoughts in a bottle it,
head to adelaide to cash it,

still wanna make the songs,
still want the acting
Still up front,
but I'd kill for some backing,

and dudes in my ear, like.
telling me to give up.
saying if I just stuck to comedy I'd blow up.

Guess I'm not for big league,
you can call me Stuart,
Law, there's just too much,
waugh, politics to move up.

So I'ma keep on grill on,
I'ma do it all the same, until the loaf runs out.

It's all good.

Script shows, spit jokes, and still broke,

at least i'll still be.




Still Broke (kate nash remix)

Remix of Hilltop Hoods - Now You're Gone.
Written & Produced by Matt Okine.
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Legends of the big top,
still run, still hot.
watch all the kids check the view from the hilltop
Chicks on meds, so sick need to pill pop,
sunshine state, still shine, like Helfgott,

Ill communication, Do not know what eye contact means.
can you show me sign language please??
I'm an animal, circus, whiplash, 
jump through hoops just to get to the big act,

cool chicks playful, rich boys, wasteful
show the girls some fucking respect? - state school.
dudes coming second best, sorry that you Sabretooth.
phone calls from the ex, no I'm not available,

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Today we going by,
Plane, train, boat - hovercraft.
big top, bright stars, man I know where we are.

We're getting there, either way I'm getting there.
Man if we can make it this far, then I don't care if there's
rain, hail, moats, stingrays, sunshine, cyclones, typhoid - killer sharks,

we getting there - either way I'm getting there,
Boilermakers ripping this up, (we keep on ripping it).
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boilermakers on that black jack, kettle chips,
ordertakers hating bad, like 'heretics'
she's in the mix, I'm getting big,
and she's too hot, together we're like Wilson Philips.

want the same thing now but say it different
heads down, thumbs up, but we play it different.
slow motion and stutter vision
(dah-dah-dah-da-daaaah)

Now we on that 90's hits, searching youtube
tunes old school you can find em on the refedex,
lie down, lie down, like have a becks.
mo money mo problems - shit, I got none of them!

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CHORUS
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Eyes closed, eyes closed, blind folds,
blue lights, iced tea, nice clothes
whiskey, big shots, night shows, like
boilermakers on them boilermakers (let's go!).

baggage check, let's do it proper
I'm over head, Get to the chopper!
I'm looking at it through a round window,
on that crowd winner, all you dudes have already found disco

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CHORUS x 2
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The big top (hilltop hoods remix)

99
written and produced by matt okine
The Boilermakers

Lyrics:

Somebody pass me the Top Cat!

brave faces, yeh I'm putting on it,
day chasers, yeh I'm getting on it,
and all my friends got houses,
man, I just got a wack payslip from accounting.

Even though I don't sleep , bro
I've been sleeping walking for the past four months or more, 
just staring at the screen saver in a dream state
hoping that the thing's gonna hit the corner,

Drew the last card, debt rock bottom, 
Ace of Base, man I need a sign,
bro I'm Freddy Flinstone, feet out running through this bed rock-bottom of the feeding pile.
blondes with these brown-tips, penthouse loungeroooms, burnt out redheads feeding the fire,
bro I'm just striking keys... like... (rat-a-tat), like... (rat-a-tat),
Yo I'm so in denial.

[BRIDGE I]
I need change, (change), need something different
counting out pay, like nobody's business.
counting down days, like already did it, man (5, 4, 3, 2, 1)

Itching them toes, on that sick flow like a king,
so I make tracks from the kids home for them gigs so,
leave Indro, Indro in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 

[CHORUS]
Maybe I'd be happy then,
Maybe I'd be content,
Maybe I'd tell my friends on again (on again),
Maybe I'd drink until the morning and we all forget
99... was me.

[VERSE II]
Dad's leaving voicemails, come on man!
You know I don't check that shit.
And he's talking about teritiary.
"Where the UQ kids at?"
Dude I got sticks on a goonsack, listening to boom-bap krunk 
"yeh you  might succeed..."
but nothing makes you doubt these dreams,
like sitting in a call centre, next to an actress that you know from TV.


[BRIDGE II]
I need change, like, need something different
counting out pay, like nobody's business.
counting down days, like already did it, man (5, 4, 3, 2, 1)

Yeh I'm hopeless I know, hit roads for that big smoke,
now all my spins so full of thick smoke,
need Indro in, Indro in, (5, 4, 3, 2, 3, 2, 1) then -

[CHORUS]
Maybe I'd be happy then,
Maybe I'd be content,
Maybe I'd tell my friends on again, on again, on
Maybe I'd drink until the morning and we all forget
99... was me.

[VERSE III]
but the crazy thing is,
that even though I know that my chances of getting those spins like shady are slim,
But even if it did happen, and them votes got counted,
I play for the win.
I'd be in bed, so blury, happiness would fade,
cos I'd just be wondering...
why the fuck I wasn't 98?!

[BRIDGE III]
I need change, need something different
counting out pay, nobody's business.
counting down days, already did it, man (5, 4, 3, 2, 1)

Yeh I'm hopeless I know, got daydreams of all that,
Ticketek shows, and girls I know,
need Disco in, Disco in, (5, 4, 3, 2, 3, 2, 1) then -

[CHORUS]
Maybe I'd be happy then,
Maybe I'd be content,
Maybe I'd tell my friends on again, on again, on
Maybe I'd drink until the morning and we all forget
99... was me.



99 (ft genevieve fricker) (prod by disco)

Written & Produced by Matt Okine
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LYRICS:
Meet top of the hive,
Speaks lots of the jive,
Strokes of the undercoat,
Beats watching it dry,
I mean, not gonna lie,
She's holding all the cards, they're flush with suits double the size,
She's like Mike,
Acting shameless, like Im michelle and zara,
head and shoulders 'bove the rest and I'm still raising the bar up,
I gotta work,
I'm still paying for last night's sun set, and sun rise,
I'm doing alright,
But I gotta work,
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Mouth always pop-off,
Boozed on shots like a sawn-off,
Rolling through town like I'm Alcott,
Sucks how when you get the nice car with the sports top,
sunburn get to ya bald spot,
We gotta work.
Tommy told me I should drive in something fancier,
But he on Carrie money,
He ain't carry money,
I was on that meghan, pre-suits, pre-harry money,
Try and change the way the queen act?
They always overreact,
My fee was ice water, maybe a meal,
now my fee eye-watering, that's me cutting a deal,
4066, and if we're talking threats we talk in triplets,
fuck it, maybe quatro, maybe cinco,
Maybe Porto, maybe Lisbon,
Glad your wallet new, my wallet's lived-in,
Sticks behind the splits that smell like Christmas,
Ya'll can take the boy out of Brisbane,
But ya'll Leroy got that spring still,
leaping 'bout ya boi got his fiction,

Man I think back to selling wines on the phone,
with a girl that's telling lies on the go, you gotta go,
I was feeling like Josh on the show,
Gotta keep eyes wandering from the road, we made it home.

Soul searching on the 15th Floor,
Soul hurting on the 15th Floor, you wanted more,
Maple leafs on the 15th Floor,
Train leaves from the 15h floor, she wanted more,

Trolls yapping bout whether the man's great,
But they was bowing before covid killed the handshake,
Maple leafs in portrait that sounds great
But my regrets all look ducked in landscape,
Maple leafs in portrait,
And all my beats in portrait,
maple leaf's in portrait...

Workout Tape (June 2020)

Written, recorded & produced by Matt Okine
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LYRICS:
(I hate basketball, I love shooting hoops...)

I did it, you didn't,
When I'm winning, you winning,
Whatever the cost
But they say I'm the villian ,
Cruela deville 'n...
and they're begging for spots,
They one in a hundred,
I'm one in a billion...

I did it, you didn't.
I did it, you didn't.
I did it, you didn't.
They just stole our vision,
I did it, you didn't.


teshie flare,
brisbane's west,
play the fair,
bout to rain the cheques,
lazer stares,
wavy hair,
bout to change the date,
They ain't ever know what we risking,
Unit 20... 20/20... 20 sixes...

I'm like steve smith,
keys pift,
angel hair,
got that angel lust,
plenty arrows,
lots of luck
taking plenty risks
spilling secrets up in that soho,
cold air zinging my nose holes,
I need to go home,
one dining,
sun shining,
buds wiser after budweisers, and some ciders,
love spirals,
and Dave said on the stage when you rumble til they react,
like rat tat tat tat tat,

I Hate Basketball (August 2020)

People surprised i make music now like wtf I've said it once and I'll say it again: i am good at everything.

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