Rap by MC Fen. Tight and deliciously technical! (samples are Kurtis Blackburn, Kun Lan & Harman from Killer7) <br><br> --- <br><br> Check the tech first, better get the best mech in the 'Verse Facing him down, place him in the eraser queue face-first 920, triple bandwidth memory, SSD Counter your magic attack with three claps, Yes Indeed 98 to XP, never ran ME-tan Steady the rock solid overclocking with 7-chan Semi-heavy 120-by-25, any live wire gets spliced in to power my 70 drive RAID array, pave the way for J.Rain to save the day Here comes the fade to grey I'll make 'em pay, take away the beta ray, reverse the mistakes I made Perfection at work like I'm playing Braid Never succumb to Shade because I fly on form No communication breakdown like Ion Storm Bionically born, flaunting the four Gentlemen, start the war Take the competition and mop the floor, what? <br><br> [chorus] <br><br> Ladies and gentlemen, presenting Fen, the zen rap defender, Messages sent out to the machine's screen, the Techbender Protest ender, finesse shown in all things It's problematic like a ball of dough on a small string Revolving, take it with me quick with the spin Super Avilyn to perpendiculars picked from the bin Indiscriminate liberty taken with literacy Flippantly takin risky chances where the chance of victory is wickedly thin Still win by a tick of the clock We're diggin the rock, whether or not it's hip hop, the chips got Crunch like the bits on a quad to crush cores Like a Duron Morgan, so raid your luck stores The chip track of the year, we lack fear Fen and Bit_Rat, clackin the power switch on the back rear Of the box, to make damn sure the velocity of my thoughts Stays in damn near flawless lock-step with the processor clocks <br><br> [chorus] <br><br> I leap frequencies, the three most elite tweakers on CPU-Z combined Couldn't compete with me when I rhyme decently Let alone freakishly sweet, the sleeker the beat, the better Slide easily, the lyrical lead shredder Three pedals per USB header, bendin the circuitboard Takin over planets when I'm rappin like an Irken war Dirk The More Daring with an Audacity upgrade Put paid to several dozen orcs with a blunt blade Driven to win... Driven to play Riven again Printin a page out full of dead links and give it to Gehn Kickin the inhibitions of typical men to the curb Render the words fast, I'm an electrical blur Rep the kinetic, incur energy burns readily when I rock steady My FSB clocks like a hot Pressy Ready or not, I run up in the rec room with tennis shoes And bounce some raps off of the walls until I finish tunes <br><br> I write twice as dope, and I write without struggle Do I look like a guy who wants to play doubles?
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