Funkoars members are Mr Trials (Producer/MC), Uncle Sesta (Producer/MC), Sketchy Hons (MC) and DJ Reflux (DJ)
Funkoars were founded on the unique personalities of four individuals. These larger than life musicians were drawn to each other not just from a love of music, but their light hearted and jovial outlook on life.
It’s these personalities coupled with their prodigious talent that has brought Funkoars their success. The energetic and humorous nature of their lyrics is not something that can be emulated. While they may sometimes walk the thin line between disgusting and ludicrous, it's been this cutting edge mix that has brought their music so much attention.
The Oars’ achievements extend beyond their works as group. Trials is also a prolific producer, having crafted tracks for the likes of Hilltop Hoods, Cross Bred Mongrels, Vents and most recently Drapht‘s album Brothers Grimm. Both Vents and Drapht have had massive success with their respective Trials produced singles, 'Love Song' and 'Jimmy Recard', added to high rotation on Triple J.
Now one of the country's most sought after producers, Trials has his plate full for the immediate future with a new Vents album on the books and a side gig as a dispenser of no-nonsense advice in rhyme form in his regular column for Ralph magazine.
Not happy to rest on their past achievements or be pigeonholed by critics for their inimitable style, the Oars have evolved yet again and will bring a brand new sound to the table. The Hangover is poised to be the most talked about hip hop album from Australia in 2008, hands down.
Blackout
Funkoars Lyrics
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Yo, I'm suppose to be humble? Your kidding.
They still try to come on some women I just finished coming in 'em.
Picturing 'em in their full flat,
More rats enough goths, sluts coughed up what I poured down.
It's your round, never mine and it stays that way,
Until the day I fell in line like Jay Mc Clay, ay,
Take the bait and I, take ya name instead of a couch,
I think it's evident now the evidence out,
Settling downs outta the question.
And how many thousand crew throw towels in to,
Show their click, fuck showmanship, I done showed their shit.
Show the dick 'till the girl gets to come out then,
She get the fuck out.
Till we run out of drinks I skull this one,
Thinking out the box with my finger stuck in one.
Come fuck around, fuck it I come around,
Hit ya girl in the back while your son around.
She's busy, run to the liquor shop and get a bottle,
Kiddies love it, he's a role model.
No morals, beer goggles, thick as a brick,
But I'm never double dipping the dick in the bitch.
Fuck, I turn 'em vegeterian, the drunk pallbearer,
Holding wood tryin' to bury ya.
I give 'em clout, spread the rumor.
Getting kicked outta clubs rocking second hand Pumas,
Who got the illest; sport the name 'Oars.
Encores they feel it boy more than they feeling chainsaws.
We came, we saw, we fade 'em all, we did it.
You prayed we'd fall, we didn't, huh ya kidding?
Walking in and we killing the vibe
Ya better hide ya dinner knifes because I might,
[Chorus ]
Blackout, blackout, yeah,
Better clean the gutter 'cause I'm gunna gunna,
Blackout, try come fuck around with the OARS
That shit's lunacy, ay Trials take a shit on these G.I. Joe mother fuckers.
[Verse 2 - Trials]
Yeah that's Sesta, raise a fucking toast for my man.
We on the prowl for a piece of pussy with pokey tan.
I'm talking takeover, time's up,
See they struggling for styles when they hardly rhyme half the time,
Real shit real hard to find.
'Oars play point-guard like Bali 9.
They gotta stop it, another day at the office,
And their name hold weightless that's why these mother fuckers drop it under.
I'm the prophet that turns wine to vomit from my wallet with cob webs on it.
If you sick of it, stop it,
Listen to Common if you want some nice rap,
If you like that you probably got my shit and took it right back.
Hilltop and 'Oars, That's the truth,
Weapon X and Ken Hell, That's the booth.
The shit's fake,
Major-label budget away from a piss tap,
Best take the piss away before I,
Blackout.
[Verse 3 - Sesta]
You ain't fucking with Ses,
Ask Pegz, you're harmless,
The last pick a target.
Gin start the bitch palming star in a bargain round borrows lugz the answer,
Body snatcher digging her out,
A hundred motherfuckers is chillin' me out, what the fuck.
Raise the terror level with every sip,
So I get a better devil every drink, everything,
better than it's ever been.
Pink shirts and pop collared cock suckers,
Stop getting props without a top dollar.
Rock bottom I've got 'em, I'm Lex in Gotham,
You in the wrong city to stop him.
Drop it, back in it raw, packing the floor,
Stacking the door, that's what I rap for.
I tag whores with an S on they chest,
Far from super, duper, fuckers in the stoop for saying,
[Chorus]
Blackout, blackout, yeah,
Better clean the gutter 'cause I'm gunna gunna,
Blackout (Scratches)
Better clean the gutter 'cause I'm gunna gunna,
Blackout
Funkoars's song Blackout is a rap song that depicts the wild and crazy lifestyle of the performers. The two verses are a mix of braggadocio, vivid descriptions of sexual encounters, and mentions of alcohol and partying. In the first verse, Sesta starts by questioning the idea of being humble and then talks about his sexual conquests. He also brags about his ability to drink and his disregard for settling down. He mocks showmanship and mentions his love for alcohol, even going as far as suggesting that he's okay with being an unhealthy role model. In the second verse, Trials provides a more critical perspective on the rap industry while still boasting about himself and his group. He criticizes the lack of creativity in mainstream rap and declares that Funkoars play differently. He also mentions other Australian rap groups like Hilltop Hoods, Weapon X, and Ken Hell, with whom they are often compared. The chorus is a repetition of the phrase "Blackout," suggesting the group's tendency to party hard and drink until they pass out.
The lyrics of Blackout have sparked controversies over the group's portrayal of women as mere objects for sexual gratification. They have also been criticized for what some perceive as glorification of binge drinking and unhealthy lifestyles. The song, however, remains popular among fans of Australian hip hop and has been praised for its honesty and rawness. The chorus, in particular, is often used as a chant by audiences during performances.
Line by Line Meaning
Yo, I'm suppose to be humble? Your kidding.
I'm not supposed to be humble and I know it.
They still try to come on some women I just finished coming in 'em.
They still try to hit on the women I just had sex with.
More rats enough goths, sluts coughed up what I poured down.
There were a lot of low quality people and the women vomited what they drank.
It's your round, never mine and it stays that way,
It's your turn to pay for drinks and it will always stay that way.
Until the day I fell in line like Jay Mc Clay, ay,
Until the day I submit and follow like a Jay Mc Clay.
Take the bait and I, take ya name instead of a couch,
If you fall for my tricks, I'll take your name instead of a couch as a trophy.
I think it's evident now the evidence out,
I think it's clear now and the evidence is apparent.
And how many thousand crew throw towels in to,
And how many people give up and throw in the towel.
Show their click, fuck showmanship, I done showed their shit.
Instead of showing off, I showed them what's up.
Fuck it I come around, Hit ya girl in the back while your son around.
I don't care, I'll still sleep with your girl even if your son is around.
No morals, beer goggles, thick as a brick,
I don't have any morals, I'm drunk, and not very smart.
But I'm never double dipping the dick in the bitch.
But I'll never cheat on the girl with another girl.
Funk, I turn 'em vegeterian, the drunk pallbearer,
When I have sex with someone, they become vegetarian, and when I'm drunk, I carry their coffin.
Getting kicked outta clubs rocking second hand Pumas,
Getting kicked out of clubs while wearing second-hand Puma shoes.
We came, we saw, we fade 'em all, we did it.
We came, we saw, we conquered and we did it.
Walking in and we killing the vibe
As soon as we walk in, we ruin the atmosphere.
Listen to Common if you want some nice rap,
If you want good rap, listen to Common.
Hilltop and 'Oars, That's the truth,
Hilltop Hoods and Funkoars are the real deal.
A hundred motherfuckers is chillin' me out, what the fuck.
Too many people are annoying me, it's frustrating.
Pink shirts and pop collared cock suckers,
Men wearing pink shirts and popped collars are annoying.
Far from super, duper, fuckers in the stoop for saying,
I'm not special or great, but those who try to oppose me are fools.
Contributed by Camden V. Suggest a correction in the comments below.