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?

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

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

I write twice as dope, and I write without struggle
Do I look like a guy who wants to play doubles?