REAL ID, by RC Peters

REAL ID

by RC Peters

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1.	GALACTIC LADDERS 02:47		buy track
2.	SAFETY CHECK feat.Jake Face 02:02		buy track
3.	DAZE LOST 01:26		buy track
4.	THIS IS FINE feat.Meerkat, Repo-Code 02:32		buy track
5.	DOS HOMBRES feat.Megabusive, Repo-Code 02:52	lyrics	buy track
RC Peters- Long distance bro-mance Go hard bars/no non-sense Words paint sharp imagery Sharper image RGB Cutlery Pinpoint pricks while recordin dope shit Mixin sure fire mega hits verbally abuse your ticklish bits. No suffix bastard conscientious master wordplay fix Ride 8 miles into the sunset/Mom’s spaghetti western I teach from Ivy League lecterns/the bestest lesson ever learned. Maroon you with 5 goons at a saloon bolstered by boozy boons- Cancel you like McCree’s High Noon and now your watch is over. No chance to take the black/in fact you get trampled on your back on cement A diehard fan at Astroworld this the reenactment. Y’all suckers for Dunks/auto tune consumers/ Doin duets on TikTok beggin to blow up I’ve had just about enough Billionaire retards headin to Mars thinking they the Right Stuff Super stonks collapse like tunnels dug by Elon Musk
6.	SUBMERSED 03:04	lyrics	buy track
SUBMERSED CHORUS: WHEN THE DAY'S DECAY AND THE SKY TURNS GRAY I NEED TO HIDEAWAY WHEN THE DAYS DECAY AND THE SKY TURNS GRAY MY SOUL BECOMES SUBMERSED VERSE 1: last of the leaves have fallen and outstretched hands of earthern skeletons devoid of any pollen They sway and snicker mixed with northern winds serves a mocktail that's so bitter that it rescinds- __________________________________4bar any invitations from your friends lights limitations will diminish the will to start or finish anything but a bottle creatures of southern comfort blotches of mottled gray snow banks through May ___________________________________8bar use my parka to coddle and escape to my domicile Hideaway from that frigid bitch she's so vial crank the radiator cuz I won't entertain c-word no gladiator but I'll gladly defeat her ___________________________________12bar In the city of Mr. Lif & Bill Burr I concure that I'm a cur dirty powder with icy steps midday misteps cursin with visible breath Disposition becomes frozen Lookin for towels to throw in ____________________________________16bar VERSE2- Feelin like I haven't stepped outside in a month maybe I haven't- I've developed a new habit layer up and place my brain in the attic breakfast beers get cracked matter of factly lie to myself i'll work out in January _____________________________________________4bar Being stationary is an understatement let's come to an understanding that this is self punishment punting punitive goals for the sake of a dozen more Oreo's Rack up the soul sucking gas bill cuz it's too fucking cold ________________________________________________________________8bar I'm Khuangbin with my Texas Soul- not made for winter kills the drive, it's a pill popper hinter try to survive a mental blizzard while making a fire with only splinters it only smolders become monotone Fox Moulder
7.	DANVILLE 02:53	lyrics	buy track
Hood up in the back of Dan's khaki mustang fastback- 36 Chambers in the tape deck, stock stereo blown out me and Erik hood crackers- time to earn this clout Eleven PM on a school night, bathed in the freeways yellow light This our exit, park at the Bart Station, heart already racin. Last week we just saw Menace 2 SOciety afterwards we decked out in Dickies and Nike's I'm stealing mountain bikes for my neighbors the meth junkies We ain't hard enough shoulder tap 40's, smoking oregano cuz we dumb as a fuck- latchkey kids from broken families overdipped whities who just discovered BET and some rapper named Biggie Back to the present, we lock the whip, radiator smokin, smells like shit Tools in the backpack time to reconnoiter 7-Eleven always open Eric spots the alley for us to loiter The three of us set up, Tims crush my 4th cigarette butt Dan is trippen, this is happening, he's out of his element- nerdy kid with a license goes to De La Salle Catholic private school , we met at the public pool, slums it up with us so he can try and look cool Now we posted up Eric’s teeth chatter, blowin into his gloves Time passes doesn't matter-seems forever victim approaches we about to jack this innocent bystander. Jump from the shadows- dig out step dad's nightstand pistol Dude's carrying a backpack and I yell I want that. His eyes frozen, not even a reaction Eric banks the back of his legs with a metal bat grabs his Jansport, darts away, loses his Raiders Starter Cap Dan yells something inaudible, I kick the man while he's down we sprinting back to the car, time to leave this town Silence for miles already feeling a tinge of guilt We fucked that dude up for a walkman, 2 liter of Coke and 20 bucks 2 days later cops at the door, I'm playing Sega Genesis- mom storms in in aka my Nemesis dogs out back going ballistic 2 cruisers in the driveay of our culdisac 17, cuffed up, led by faceless police and sat in the back Victim ID'ed Dan's khaki whip as we departed- Plain clothes at his school soon after and our names he quickly imparted. first 211 and now I'm hemmed up shit out of luck never been back to Danville
8.	JIMMYLEG 02:50	lyrics	buy track
-VERSE1 Passion over Payola and beat crazed loyal lyricist placed his bars on layaway for damn near a decade. push and pulled sullied and bullied never whining sucubus foiled while he toiled collodial silver linings alone and left to reflect-negligent decisions popcorn ceiling specs-take shape -form apparitions Jimmy Leg seizures-seize the term -Day Dreamer sleep deprived- asking why? -direct deposit demeanor Stalling to get up-Calling for backup-but it fails Ethan Hawke -Training Day- except Denzel prevails audio breadcrumbs along he way leaving barely visible snail trails just wanna leave a mark for a minute- contrails every word he speaks means something failing to convince listeners daily while saying one day takes gumption he deems who is chosen without being outspoken trustyworthy eyes slouched back nearly broken piss poor posture though -standing tall -speech not woke at all judgemental but sets the bail of his own mental speaks highly of no fathers L.A. confidante-protector of daughters Russell Crowe's feet from nervous laugh lines Autobot beatbox capable to break locks with ill ryhmes -VERSE2 84 years give or take a decade wasted unsure of fate poisened by picket fences pointman on a pointless mission So close, but mentally not ready Burnt out in studio city My Condo was so dope, that the blueprints up in the Getty in 09 I bailed from L.A.- went from deadlines and punchlines to 9 to fives to punching time, box lunches-post prime lower middle class A-Hole Earnest Lost His Way For Whom the Bells Toll pigeon holed-fox hole-pin pulled on this grenade what the fuck am I doing inner voice would cry out I chose this path inflated my air mattress check my kix for roaches went from 20 inch rims to a fixie on Gatorskins down to my last 2 friends And I still never call them Yet that passion can't be buried back in ATX, high in the backyard out in Hyde Park I found that spark Back to square one, no studio, the homie Pax let me loose on his Mac & Garageband Left me the keys to the crib, he out in Philly, I'm servin Coke and Weed to hipster kids Beats in the backroom outloud while I'm weighin out an ounce- they saying my sound is nice layin up high on the couch All it takes is one compliment from a stranger erase that doubt and anger sedate self-hate like melotonin and kratom no 2Am Jimmy Leg not about him
9.	REAL ID 02:18	lyrics	buy track
Growin up was tough I come from a broken home- Moms was drunk on a mission to get my uncle alone. And she succeeded, but a kid can’t express he don’t condone- Left with confusion movin cities like skipping stones. So I rebelled, copped a collar on my ankle to thank her, so she cursed me to hell. Said she wished I was aborted, my reply was to pick fights/steal bikes and shoulder tap for 40’s every fuckin school night. This all helped to shape me mold my raps to contain the hate, else the pain’ll probably break me. Is it my fate to emcee? Guess I’ll play it out Shrugging in the mirror and whisperin why trying not to pout. I treat every verse like a 1st title bout. Nerves kicked in/adrenaline/my friends in the corner hopin I don’t get knocked out. That’s why I surround myself with those who don’t bail if I tap out. Hills and valleys, thought I was untouchable cashing checks from royalties before the age of 30. Year later living on my sisters couch hoping she takes me to my minimum wage reality. Won’t casually cash out, that’s folding early, like wet tshirts goin in the dresser Unlucky and LOST like Hurley, but one fan touched is winnin the lottery. Shits priceless, we all need homies named Reggie and Cody, cats who pull you from the pits, lift the chin when you’re chewing concrete, hype you up, play your worst song on repeat, thick or thin, definition of friend. Dos Hombres.
10.	JADED 02:29	info	buy track
11.	EAT. feat.SickJames 03:15	lyrics	buy track
EAT _VERSE_1 I'm grillen meats and making beats Fall asleep on Egyptian cotton sheets haven't missed a bill in weeks. Try my Peruvian chicken wings it'll make I ya sing gotta doorbell with an annoying ring Step inside the crib with your shoes on gotta rescue cat who's liable to get stepped on- he's gotta pur that'll turn your ladies kitty on. So come on in …it's time we chilled …cuz they call me Mr.Freon. Semi retired beach-bum able to have some monthly fun without the crutch of a trust fund Not a hater though if you got one- just be kind to others- satiate your hunger and strive to be better I got charcuterie with 10 cheddars pitted olives for the neighbors Crawled up out that pit in a headwind My shadow was a zero so I ditched him Paulo Santo cleansed him- distilled water rinsed him Livin better now with my perfect ten. She my best friend blonde braided shield maiden _VERSE_2 I learned to make beats on a loaner MPC now I got my own gear enjoyed the journey to get here even though I sold it all when I had a bad year driving blind but staying driven letting faith steer Oysters from PEI to open up the mind 3AM bacon mac n cheese to soakup the wine Herman Miller chair to rest and recline Athleisure copped at Ross feelin Hugo Boss It ain't about the cost lowkey confidence is how I come across Like my slow cooked short ribs served with no sauce Somedays I'm a sommelier sippen vinho verde's Other nights it's PBR's at a dive bar Fireball ambitions loose lipped with no restrictions jump in the whip we Vegas bound Where your shame proud small victories no Burger King Crown All my flights are eternal outbound Like my sound? Stick around. Portabella Pizza’s and I Compliment ya sneakers when you visit for and extended weekend
12.	DANVILLE-Instrumental 02:48		buy track
13.	SUBMERSED-instrumental 03:04		buy track
14.	JIMMYLEG-Instrumental 02:50		buy track

about

-3 YEARS IN THE MAKING-

Real ID is my first full length LP to feature lyrics outside of the music I did back when I was in Ostrich Head. This project started at the beginning of the pandemic in 2020 when I was residing in Boston, MA.

A lot of the songs written reflect on feelings I was experiencing during the first year of lockdown. However, as any album should, it also takes you on a sonic journey venturing out; much like the pulse of sane society; post COVID. The final song was recorded in March 2023 in Wilmington, which I now call home.

This LP is raw and emotional. Introspective, hesitant, brilliant and sometimes shy. When I was selecting music for this, there were several tracks that I flat out did not like. However, I elected to include them because I felt the writing was a real window into my chaotic realm of thinking.

I am super pleased to just put it out and move on. If you are reading this then you have my deepest gratitude, and I truly hope you enjoy it.

-
RC

credits

released April 7, 2023

written | produced | mixed | mastered by: RC Peters

Instrumentation:
bass: RC Peters
guitar: Repo-Code
keys: RC Peters & Repo-Code
percussion: Tambourine Queen, meerkat, RC Peters, Repo-Code

JADED- co-produced by Trevor Wright

vocals by:
RC Peters
Megabusive
Repo-Code
meerkat

turntablism:
Sick James

Cover Art designed by: RC Peters
Cover photo credit: Mira Stanchak

Bonus Photo credits:
Mira Stanchak
Matt Harrington
RC Peters

gear used:
DAW: Cubase, FL Studio, Cubasis,
Interface: Focusrite Scarlett, MoTu, Steinrburg UR-RT2
Midi: Maschine, Arturia, Akai
Microphone: SM57B+Cloud lifter, MXL, Rhode NT7
Bass: Fender Squier Bronco Bass
Guitar: (waiting for Repo's list)