That One Mate
That One Mate

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That One Mate

Operating at 92 BPM, this scalable style framework fuses authentic Australian hip-hop instincts with commanding male vocals, delivering motivational street poetry from sun-baked laneways to neon-lit backstreets. It unites Bliss n Eso swagger and gang vocal harmonies over gritty boom-bap beats, accented by warm acoustic guitar flourishes for a modern acoustic – boom-bap blend. Double-time verses inject high-velocity momentum, propelling defiant lyrics that pivot into reflective hooks. The sonic architecture leverages traditional percussion and organic instrumentation to craft dynamic textures and strategic contrasts, optimizing listener engagement. Designed as a reusable blueprint for album cohesion, it enables song-specific storytelling while ensuring corporate-grade structural precision aligns each track with mission-critical objectives and upholds a legacy of street-level authenticity. This style framework honors hip-hop’s stories

MemberJason

2025-05-21 09:18:26

[Intro: Spoken Word + FX]

[bar crowd ambience, bottle clinks, a burp, pub piano melody playing lightly, laughter]

"You know that one mate... aye, the one who always goes just a bit too hard. This one’s for him."

[Verse 1: Cheeky, Upbeat Flow]

Pub o’clock strikes, we pile inside,

He’s already two pints past the ride.

Eyes glazed, grin wide, shoutin’ “first shout’s mine!”

Only problem? He's skipped the line.

Half a dozen schooners, thinkin’ he's fine,

Tryna chat up the barmaid droppin' dad-line rhymes.

Staggers to the jukebox, picks Nickelback twice,

We all groan loud but he thinks it’s nice.

Mates laughin’, phones out, get the proof,

He’s on the dancefloor tryna bust a move.

Shirt half off, spillin’ his round,

The only bloke dancin’ flat on the ground.

Trips on the step, knocks over a chair,

Stands up shoutin', “I meant to go there!”

Starts a shoey, crowd goes wild,

One-man circus, barely styled.

[Pre-Chorus: Build-Up with Banter + FX]

[drunken “oi oi!”, beat kicks up, glass shatter sfx]

From first sip to last call,

He’s the legend who outdrinks us all.

[Gang chant]

"Oi where’d he go?!" — check the hall!

Probably nappin’ near the pokies wall.

[Chorus: Gang Vocals + Lead Shout]

[Gang]

THAT ONE MATE!

Lead:

Every crew’s got one!

[Gang]

THAT ONE MATE!

Lead:

From dusk till the sun!

[Gang]

THAT ONE MATE!

Lead:

Gets wild, no shame—

We still pick him up when he forgets his name.

[Gang]

THAT ONE MATE!

Lead:

Legend of the scene!

[Gang]

THAT ONE MATE!

Lead:

King of the routine!

[Gang]

THAT ONE MATE!

Lead:

Always first to fall—

But the reason we laugh through it all.

[Verse 2: Witty Aussie Storytelling]

Fast-forward outside, curbside sleepin’,

One shoe on, still dreamin’ and beepin’.

Cabby won’t take him, says "nah mate, too far."

So we drag his drunk arse back to the car.

Spewin’ on his thongs, missin’ his phone,

But still smilin’ wide like he’s king of the zone.

Opens the window, yells “FREE THE BEER!”

As we pass Maccas and cheer with a cheer.

Got fries on his chest, sauce on his face,

Talkin’ 'bout a girl he “mighta met at the race.”

Knocked out cold, snorin’ like a truck,

We snap a few pics—just our mate’s luck.

Then there’s the part he don’t recall,

Back at the house, dancin’ down the hall.

Boxers on his head, sauce in hand,

Claimin’ he’s the king of this drunken land.

Played beer pong with iced coffee shots,

Tried to fry eggs on the parking lot.

Jumped in the pool, forgot how to swim,

Yelled "I’m Aquaman!" mid-limb-flailin’ spin.

[Bridge: Reflective Pub Piano + Spoken Word]

[piano melody, soft clinks, acoustic guitar undercurrent]

"He's a bloody liability, yeah—but wouldn’t change him for the world. Every night’s a story, every mess a memory. That’s our boy."

He’s the first to pass out, last one to rise,

But somehow still makes the sunrise surprise.

Brings the laughs, forgets the pain,

Even his chaos shines in rain.

Always got a yarn, always up to try,

Even when he claims he can’t walk, can fly.

Might miss the train, might lose his phone,

But never lets a good night end alone.

[Final Chorus: High-Energy + Banter Layer]

[Gang]

THAT ONE MATE!

Lead:

Turns chaos to gold!

[Gang]

THAT ONE MATE!

Lead:

Got more yarns than he's told!

[Gang]

THAT ONE MATE!

[Soulful female harmony]

"Heart of the crew, even when late…"

Lead:

Aye, nights ain’t the same without THAT ONE MATE!

[Gang]

THAT ONE MATE!

Lead:

Born for the spotlight!

[Gang]

THAT ONE MATE!

Lead:

Every pub crawl’s highlight!

[Gang]

THAT ONE MATE!

Lead:

Might be a mess, but he's great—

He’s the heartbeat of every late-night state.

[Outro: Banter + FX]

[car doors slam, muffled snoring, camera shutter, cheeky whistle]

"He’ll deny it tomorrow—but we all saw the shoey. Legend."

[Fade out with mates chanting: "He’s a weapon! He’s a legend! He’s OUR mate!"]