No Reason

Back for no reason, kickin a live flow
The beat knocks you hard like Mario Kaizo
Using Kaizen to roll straight to the tippy-top
Got so many lyrics that I think I'm gonna jiffy-pop
Give me rock, proper Lee Roth, not a mall-goth
I went to the zoo with a nettop and made a lolsloth
Recall thoughts with the speed of DDR10
With an art pen, I'll walk up to your desk and then I'll carve "Fen"
I'm often the maker of the masterful rap cappuccino
Attack on the back of a palomino
Running at one thousand seven hundred and thirty-three
Kilometers per hour from Kelowna to Burnaby
Heard of me? They call me the best this side of the Westfold
Crest with gold dust domesticated test the threshold
I'm back, we gallop in the gigas and teras
Got rid of my Thoroughbred and replaced it with a Mearas

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I'm on set, so I'm going to wreck you
Watch me confuse you all using my Tech-Fu
You get new computers every two years
But mine last forever cause I never do Deers
Blowing up the spot like a Powmax
I smack tracks over the back with my ground axe
I found facts, now get down to brass tacks
Rap harder/hotter than fresh bread from Badass Jack's
I flow with the program, I'm breakin the loops
I'm like Ndidi Cascade, not Ndidi Deschutes
So if you're wondering, I crunch numbers like SSE
Render like SLI, and move the data like an SSD
Don't get me wrong, grateful/graceful when I glimmer like a Trinitron
With a digital song, gentlemen, turn your blitters on
You better call me Ridiculous Fen
Cause when I hit like Travis Touchdown, This Is The End!!!

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Put your bets on, whether I can keep my jets on
I retcon hexacore tech to a Sempron
Beware, i'm on a fifth-dimensional rampage
I stamp rage out of the proverbial Black Mage
Rant and rave, listen to the sound of the dinner dance
Cutting up the record like i'm Edward Scissorhands
See I'm wicked like the dickens, man, shouts out to raocow
Don't believe i'm telekinetic? ... How bout now?
I colour paper till the crayon's soft
To break more rocks than half a stomp from Bei Fong Toph
In Weynon Loft, I take the Abbot down from the top
Bound with Apocalypse, I flip the top trigger and walk
At warp nine not middling-mach
I never fit in a box, I fiddle while the track sizzles and pops
The bigger the thought, the quicker the rhyme, flip on a dime
Make your spine tingle while I'm rippin out Tingle's spine

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I wreck set, then I talk tech with Ben Heck
The heart of a Merom and the mind of an Altivec
Faulty yet? Negative, I'm primed for the ultimate per
cent of the Universe, then I Bend It Like (a water)Bender!
Shot remember slaughter and demolishing fools
Stand back, or my Katana might cut you into molecules
If that's mad, then I guess you know the facts, lad
Capacitate a rapper then I use him as a trackpad
Smack Lakilester's master, manifest a
Vectrex and hit you over the head with the raster
Cause I'm a faster dancer than any backing track
With a gatling 'hat can handle
Put your hands up and mantle, grab the loot
Takin your bread, cheese, apples and your passionfruit
Blackjack the guard, better run fast and far
Attack the dark like Feredoc did to that cat Kedar