What’s good, welcome to R+R My name is Peter Fotis Might know me as Makari, might know me as Audio Titan, might know me as Pete Might know me as the barista behind the counter It’s all good Coming at you with some free bars, entirely not for profit I don’t own any of this music Except, uh, one of the beats was made by a friend of mine, he might not really mind in terms of legality bullshit but anyway Check it Nothings ever come to me more easily than rhyming So recently, I grabbed the ladder and I started climbing It seems to me the game could use more bars that blow the mind, and That means to me the time has come to go and redefine it, so Hopefully I’ll get you to rewind this mindless spittin that I’m doing with the things I grind with Words, some of the most powerful tools one could use I refuse to sit idle after some of the shit that’s in the news So I’m sharpening my swords Drop either of the “S”s and you’ll still find the same meaning inside of the message If I’m sharpening my words, then I’m sharpening my sword They’re one and the same, a force I’m grinding every second If you see a demon that’s breathing fire, a heathen that’s leaving choirs With nothing good or holy left to sing about Then it’s me you’re peepin that’s wreakin havoc and wielding dark magic Until the people stir from disbelief to scream and shout Yo I’m telling you, this shit is too simple I been hummin and drummin since being a kid with huge pimples But not drummin on a set, I mean drummin on a desk Drummin with my hands on my legs or my chest No stress can be felt while I’m flowing So whether I impress or I fail, I keep going Cause all of that drummin honed my rhythm and givin just a Moment To my brain to solve the puzzles all it takes, then I’m rolling like Thunder or Link, when he’s wearing the Goron Mask Not that I’ve ever played Majora’s Mask But I watched my friend slay it pretty fast That’s a shout-out, to the legendary Saki And while I’m at it I’ll include Berm, Sean, Tal, Hannah and Quachy Aniket, Chris, Jake, Matt, Tim, Beal, Connor, Dan, Sagui Chris, Katie, Evan, Laura, Bri, Tommy Can’t forget Tristan, Dozzi and Botte Yo I been missin All you folks that made Puffton a dope place to live in I’m just givin my thanks, so thanks for being chill now let me shout out this beat that’s gettin spanked It’s sweet and it’s dank A song called “Moon”, track 2 off the sick album Mickey Mouse Operation by Little People I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but this ain’t a crapshoot You and I are not equal In regards to MCin, I’m takin charge of this region By and large I’ll play my part in getting fraud rappers fleein from Eastern Massachusetts, I got humans on the run Succumbed to the pressure of tryna deal with flames spewin from my tongue Dr. Strange’s successor – the Sorceror Supreme of this game With the strength of a saiyan, don’t step to Me cause I got the abilities of a fiend that just spent weeks Pumping Brulo at the Hyperbolic Time Chamber For real, the power level is 99999999999999 And it’s funny That’s what a German would say if you asked him if you could outclass me even once out of a million times Muhfucka, no, no, nine, not ever You can believe what you want, but you’re not better I drop treasure, I am demonic A plague, bubonic A slave to phonics Betrayed by logic One with these shouldn’t be made to polish The countertops of a coffeeshop but I’ll happily do it temporarily There is no scarin me I was brought to this place by an astral creature that’s something of a rarity And I bathe in the blood of all the competition quite merrily The name is Audio Titan, name is Audio Titan, name is Audio Titan Don’t forget it The name is Audio Titan, name is Audio Titan And if you like what you just heard, please spread it Peace

Yo, yo, yo, yo Shout outs to Sean Foley for this one, yo I got saliva flyin high inside the driver side of my whip Tryna keep fine-tunin my shit Whatchu been doin, you a student? You been learning, been improving? Have you proven to yourself that you can do it? Cause that’s prudent Can you shield drop? And can you freestyle? Whatever grind you’ve chosen, I hope you get so ridiculously potent in your field That your opponents learn to deal with every moment of your zeal being broken Like Oracle’s shield I’m talking a favorite, an artist, a genius, a maven Exuding patience and wisdom But also skill and persistence, and the ability to be consistent Like Roger on grass, or Brady with the pigskin We live in a world full of phonies That’s why I’m grateful New England Melee’s all homies Yall blow me away with the love that you’ve shown me If only I could fit x in my car, we could go be The region that rolls the most deep From coast to coast, I hope yall know we coming for your throats, we Wicked slick, sicker than goatse More on our shit than ominous hooded figures that have gone to skim the provinces With confidence that they will find a homonid Or other life form with knowledge in Regards to where the binding ring of dominance been at So they can prosper and start conquering the populace By bringing home the ring To their master’s evil consciousness I’m dropping this Mostly to show love to New England But also to explain there’s another game I’m finna be king in Ima keep smashin But I been rappin for longer And my Marth might be strong, but my bars might be stronger

Now I must be honest, there are two voices you will hear that are not mine Those are the voices of Mos Def and Talib Kweli Although, Mos Def these days, I believe, goes by Yasiin Bey Shout outs to both of those guys Shout outs to this song, this album, the Black Star album Yo, yo, yo, yo Yo I live inside the pocket Big fan of Immortal Tech’s “Obnoxious” Wake up and go to sleep saying “I got this” Aint stoppin at nothin I’ll profit from boppin the dozens of gossipin scrubs, and their cousins While my blood is still pumpin Yall best believe I’m grindin til I’m more potent than the most crystally nug from your bud, and I keep chuggin and chuggin til my lungs kick the bucket I’ll go to a Revs game and come home with a musket Pumpin Brulo straight into my dome til the Summit (AKA the New England Invitational from 2016) Yall really don’t fuckin know me, so please Withhold any judgment I’ll trap your soul in a dungeon Eternally huntin or being hunted by beasts that go for the gullet I think I’m better than at least a third of all the rappers you’ve ever heard of I’d say that they’d get murdered But that lines been overused so instead I’ll say that they’d get zerga- ling rushed Figuratively speakin And try to fend me off with SCVs which isn’t gonna beat it It really isn’t a secret I’m a pizza Fiend, ya Aint doin it right if you aint Frequenting pizza-rias Shout outs to Le Befana and it’d be convenient If my dad’s place was Cafe Angelina’s But it’s not, so shout out to Cafe Angelino’s Much love to both my mom and dad, without them there would be no HTC Makari Or Pete at the drive-thru window Shootin the shit with Burlington’s best I’m certain my quest to be flirtin with death by the ledge Has served to help me Learn to respect that Needlessly executing high-risk technology is probably not wise And it certainly isn’t worth getting read When the reward is merely a get-on-stage-free card And the risk is losing a picture of a head I was immersed in the bread Seventeen grand in my hands Fast forward, it’s the reverse, I’m in debt A college dropout to society Parents asking “why” to me Try to tell ’em nothing’s their fault, that they was fine to me Entirely invested in loving and nurturing and raising me Wonder what they’d change if theyda seen what my college grades would be If they knew lecture halls and classrooms were places that I would hate to be If they knew I would grow to have a knack for changing lanes so gracefully I just wanna space a knee And basically keep travelin and playin And having the chance to commentate with peeps And spiraling out, cause honestly I spit amazingly I diabolically be dropping these monstrosities on top o’ fiends Ima make it free so cop it, please If real recognize real I’m hoping to eventually get a “hello” in an afterlife from Socrates Much love to all my Hyperbolic freaks getting brolic, we On our way to creating a monopoly I love the Boston scene, and we’re wicked hype to FINALLY Be hosting a major See yall at S-H-I-N-E

Shout outs to Maynard James Keenan I kinda wish we didn’t have to hear his voice counting to 10, but, oh well… I’m on the grind like Rondo From back in time, yall know When he was on prime-time throwing dimes Dishing it to all folks I get inspired by talented drummers slaying bongos But I’m a fiend for combos I impregnate fertile eggs and incept dreams with combos HTC – me and my team, we got those, we drop foes We strategize and practice, we scheme, we plot, yo Just like that which Ends up being Eddie Brock’s clothes HTC, the only crew any true gods chose Catching wreck at events and distributing hip hop flows We the boot, you the cockroach We the noose, and you the twisted pieces of shit that just got choked Ah shit, I was dreaming Hillary and Donald hanging at the gallows Live on the news, such joy from seeing them stop breathing Plus I got to hear ’em pleadin For they life Not gonna lie, it was pretty hype Honestly, the future of this country isn’t looking bright A sous chef in a busy kitchen’s fucked if just one of his cooks aint cooking right If the chef has a secret agenda, you’re gonna see the people start to observe with their 3rd eye’s retina I’m tellin ya Bout to escape with bud to the face and a movie from my childhood like “Ellinger, Ellinger… Steve Ellinger” (shitty reference that I’d be surprised if anyone actually gets lol, I reached on this one) Some say we’re heading for martial law but please don’t shoot the messenger If you’re optimistic about the direction we’re heading, you’re Stupid… I’m sorry, I don’t Mean to be ruthless or jump to conclusions But truth is, you’re inhibiting the movement If you aint about love, if you aint about art, if you aint about peace If you aint about… R-E-S-P-E-C-T You’re inhibiting the movement This mothafuckin corruption we’re stuck in aint helping humanity transcend nothin Yo, yo, yo, yo You’re inhibiting the movement, and if you’re sitting there asking “who’s this?” It’s Makari, spittin til I’m toothless Spittin even though I’ve always been boothless Even though hip hop aint uniquely what the truth is Cause Tool’s sick and Lamb of God too, kids There’s hella good music which is why in general, you’re behooved to not tunnel-view it Yo, yo, don’t tunnel-view it

Shout out to the show The 100 And a special shout out to Marie Avgeropolous Yo Marie, AKA Octavia Just know that in a post-apocalypse I would be braving the Elements, I’d be Risking my life, staking my relevance to help ya miss I’d be invested in perpetuating your majesticness Not that what I’m suggesting is That you’d NEED help with measures preventative Anyhow, I’m confident I’d overcome my breathlessness At least to let you know my blood is Greek 100% and with That in mind Maybe you’d be a fraction more inclined to see if I’m soft or if I have a spine I think my cosmic flow would synergize with your astral shine And by flow, I don’t mean the way I rhyme I mean the way I embrace each present moment inside of this continuum of space and time Now I can’t be shy, I partly credit psychedelics Shrooms and acid help me question everything and stay humble, which I relish There aint much more infectious than a human being zealous But it seems decency is kinda becoming something of a relic Now you know I like to trip But there’s more I gotta spit before you have a good idea of who I am and where I’ve been I’m a dropout-turned-barista that can only afford cheap stuff Gave management a chance at the bux, but it sucked so I stepped down Now I’m also back at my dad’s delivering pizza Point is I’m not special on paper, for real I’m but a vessel for myself and a fellow player to settle a wager Testing my meddle at majors Both as a competitor And when given the chance, as a commentator The game is Super Smash Brothers Melee for the Nintendo Gamecube I been active in New England since before Indra trained you Not the filming of it, but before I could flip to it from another channel I also love to hike Soccer was my first love in life and I meditate cause I got an ego death wish I hope I haven’t been too suggestive The last thing I would go and say is: “Yo! Let’s fuck! No contraceptive!” I’m an honest, good man, if you ask those with which I am connected Might just change your life if you take my number to shoot a text with Cause this aint about getting under the covers with you I’d just love to learn about the true… This aint about getting under the covers with you I’d just love to learn about the True colors of you The true colors of you, girl

Yall don’t know about this Nordic folk music is my guess, unless you’ve seen me talking about it, but Shout outs to the group Wardruna Shout outs to Einar Selvik, the genius behind the project, they have three sick albums out And I’m about to rap over some fuckin Nordic folk music So check it Enough o’ this fuckin around Been stuck in a rut and I just wanna cuss at the clouds Like “Fuck what you rep!” A limit has never existed, I’m bringing the public a breath of fresh air I don’t care if it comes in the form of a Marth tech-chase instant up air Or a trick on a field like a Maradona Or a freestyle with yall and some marijuana Games I partake in, they share my attention and frankly they aren’t really makin me money In fact I been losing it, truth that aint really fortuitous But we stay cool wit it Forging ahead til we lucrative, always in tune with this Positive mindset because it’s intuitive Focusing not on the ends but the journeys and constant improvement in growing wiser as a human Growing wiser as a human Growing wiser as a, a Growing wiser as a human Yo, yo…

Shout outs to Mouse on the Keys – Japanese math rock band Especially the drummer, he’s got some crazy showmanship Uh, and shout out to Tiramisu the god who I ran into at a Mouse on the Keys show YO SHOUT OUTS TO THE MUSES Huge in affecting the tide of my creative juices, lucid Dreams I been having I been GRABBING A MIC On a stage in a basement, sizing up my audience then grabbing ’em like My name was Jason Grabbing a Hendrick, grabbing an Alex, grabbing a McCain or GRABBING A MIKE Yeah in these dreams, off the top I’m a fantastic delight Reaching deep into a sea of English phones and morphemes Stoned and warging Into a listener succeeding in proceeding with the mission of warping One’s world view I WARG BACK Timed with MARINE CORPS TACT Practically casting some magic They were WATCHING ME GO Little did they know I would go from body to body and keep spitting without DROPPING THE FLOW I aint watching no throne Cause music’s too subjective One might think my shit is gold, while another don’t respect it But hold up, I’m tryna remember the verse from that dream There’s a chance you might agree I was flexin I think this one part went, “I’M RARER THAN A SYZYGY And I exist in a state that can’t be targeted by INFANTRY I’m theoretical Like Trump’s EMPATHY or SYMPATHY Or their reasons for why Hillary would ever be experiencing SYNCOPE I’m a voice, one you might hear thanks to JOULES OF ELECTRICITY One that pushes revolution as more than JUST A POSSIBILITY Our president grabs women by the pussy, WHAT CHIVALRY Now we also have to endure him treating wildlife SO DISMALLY? What’s with this guy’s AFFINITY for reveling in STUPIDITY? Trump, whose dick did you have to suck to get a position of such DIGNITY? LEADER OF THE FUCKING FREE WORLD, YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME” Check it Both this election and term are the EPITOME OF INFAMY Clouded by emails, Russia, a tax scam and BIGOTRY But enough about politics If you’re in the industry don’t bother reaching out unless you’re Rhymesayers, Shady Records or STONES THROW I been at it water-bending on a track since way before 98.5 the Sports Hub had the Adam JONES SHOW Yo, shout out to the O-Zone Shout outs to every woke dome And so yall don’t get it twisted This aint about fame and riches It aint about coke-blowin and it aint about claiming bitches There exists no better outlet for when I’m frowning about how hard this MELEE SHIT IS Or when I’m down about other stuff that comes up in my DAILY BUSINESS TRUTHFULLY, I just wanna get hip hop heads to say, “Pete, you spit BEAUTIFULLY” To me, any other goal is ILLUSORY Sure – it’d be nice to make a living musically But say “money” with the wrong look in your eye and that’s when you start losin me I wanna collab with Gati, Slippin, Patti, Blanky, Sambuddy n’ Stus Yall aren’t capable of hanging wit us Max BANG FOR THE BUCK Hailing from New England Summit gods, yes that PANG IN YOUR GUT But whether you’re listening in London or LOS ANGELES WHAT you must understand is that CRUSH IS Only the first, we got DOZENS Preppin for these functions, gettin nastier than blumpkins Power levels jumpin, WE’RE COMIN And what aids us in our huntin is being more into water than KATARA OR THE GUNGANS I aint frontin These beats are Thanksgiving stuffin or pizza straight out the oven topped with green pepper and onion I’m a Donner Party traveler Stomach shrunken Mans gotta eat, so I feast on this percussion Your top 5 MCs, am I in the DISCUSSION YET? Prolly not, and I aint holding my FUCKIN BREATH While I set out to see how tough this rap dungeon gets Yall busy bumping other shit, my guess is these mumbleheads But you do you I already called it subjective Everything is relative, right? It’s all perspective Pushing lyrical bars is my objective Catching wreck until I’m getting Kendrick feeling either inspired or threatened MAYBE BOTH All I know is music is INSANELY DOPE Deeper than Melee, which I’d say exists in the Hadal Zone To any fans it’s arigatou, shukran, takk, THANK YOU, YO NO Zs OR RELAXIN IT’S READIN AND RAPPIN THAT FEED MY SOUL That feed my soul, yo NO Zs OR RELAXIN, IT’S READIN AND RAPPIN NO Zs OR RELAXIN, IT’S READIN AND RAPPIN Yo… It’s readin and rappin In the seas, I’m the KRAKEN Where we put our feet, I’m a BASTION And catch me above the trees, I’m a DRAGON Meraxes In the seas, I’m the KRAKEN Where we put our feet, I’m a BASTION And catch me above the trees, I’m a DRAGON THE BLACK DREAD Yo, yo Been blessed with that OLGA FLOW Unexpected like I been connected to artificial intelligence But this is just practice and lucky CHROMOSOMES, yo Something blessed me with that Olga Flow I’m broke, I know, account pretty much comatose But every hero takes some dark falls before learning how to own they ghosts Keeping my hombres dosed… bitch R+R Audio Titan Blanky the god, to my left So clean, so fresh Shout outs to the HTC Shout outs to YG Shout outs to Y2K And shout outs to MP If yall know what I mean Shout outs to CT Shout outs to all of NE We in this shit Peace! …oh and uh, shout outs to HABS