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Masterpeace
Hip-Hop/Rap
Masterpeace was released on April 8, 2026 by Tha Bakery LLC as a part of the album Murder at the Monastery EP - Single
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Release DateApril 8, 2026
LabelTha Bakery LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eric Armitage
Eric Armitage
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Armitage
Eric Armitage
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
poeticsid
poeticsid
Producer

Lyrics

Dum, dum, du-dum, dum, dum, dum
Yo...
I’m just protectin’ my peace
Trying to peek like the light through the trees
And I don’t buy it when you speak cuz you a liar, I lease
Then release, then re-release like 2000s movies
I reach a flow state at home base - that’s how it should be
I’m just a man, a new man who stand behind the camera
Used to be in front of it, lately, don’t want none of it
Squishmallow pillows what you’re all are snuggled up against
You’re actin’ soft and sensitive like Mr. Snuffleupagus
Drop my two cents, then say, I don’t feel like discussin’ it
Couldn’t step out, I’m at my desk, handcuffed to it
Mouth so fresh, Johnny got us shots of Rumple Minze
Guess the bartender went and doubled it
All these rappers straight ass to me, so there ain’t no buttin’ in
Silence stay golden, so this silencer will muzzle them
Every song a different piece of me, I stay puzzlin’
E is never on E, that gas tank guzzlin’ - fuck it then
Hit the nearest station, start pumpin’ it
If music doesn’t work, they all tend to Joe Budden it
Start a podcast and talk about rap instead
I’m sharp enough to shoot that rotten apple off your head
Uncle Felix at the crib, keep it zipped for the kids
Makin’ sure they don’t experience the shit that we did
Flip the birdie to my worries, never flippin’ my lid
Cuz it was how it was, and it is what it is
Yo, that boy with a voice been a joker like Mark Hamill
I’ll never need my car Lambo, just a hard sample
Till I’m reincarnated Scott Storch on the piano
Bury me in Upstate in an extra large flannel
Only time you’ll ever see me take a break or lay down
I was just that kid who’d sit alone nearby the playground
Ironic I came out of that a "G", now I don't play ‘round
Bust a rap like Greyhound to prove that you are a clown
But I ain’t laughin’ with you, I’m just laughin’ at you, actually
Chompin’ Shiners Off My Apple Tree, I’m actin’ naturally
Speak with so much passion, passerbys will tip their hat to me
My passion sweet as passionfruit, you sippin’ Tazo passion tea
Man, oh man, I’m 5-star cheffin’ and y’all at Applebee’s
Sacrificed so many nights, it’s sacred in my sacristy
My Sistine Chapel illustrating how I master peace
Holy water must fill up my Hydroflask, I’m guh-guh-guh-guh
Nothing but the spirit of the Lord when I get set to write
Lightning strikes the h2o, and I consume electrolytes
Put these rappers on my plate, you dinin’ with the best tonight
Left the waiter 25 percent, I’m feelin’ extra nice
Neat freak, OCD, I clean my house up
If you don’t know your purpose at 30, then keep your mouth shut
California smells for that Pacific atmosphere
I got the Pink Sands Yankee Candle lit up in here
Black coffee in my cup, tryna keep my sugar down
Might go out onto my balcony to take a look around
I see couples on a walk with their pooches
I go back inside, shut the door, hit the stu', and get stupid
If Ashley still around, it’s cute smooches, then Two Roosters
But if she ain’t, I hit record and Duke Nuke it, believe me
The westside of Raleigh stay breezy
Like Chris Brown, welcome to my town, come and see me
I freestyle, then I throw it out like a freebee
Might grab a couple Red Bulls back at Peace Street
Did y’all think ya boy was pretty geeky?
You’re right, I sped past y’all so fast, my tires got Screechy
I’m comin’ back for everything and more like I’m greedy
This past year, I’ve learned to simply be myself completely
Cuz being someone else is unappealing
That shit rubs me the wrong way like a fucked up genie
I’m just doin’ what I can like some Arizona Tea, we
Represent the south, everything is all peachy
I don’t treat y’all how the kids used to treat me
Love your next door neighbor, bitch, I’m Mr. Feenie
The golden rule cool every day of my life
Take it in blood, I’m prayin’ that you take my advice
I’ve lost friends from the pen, this shit came at a price
But I got a 1,000 stories left like Arabian Nights
Until the next one...
Written by: Eric Armitage
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