Believe the Fact Checkers, I am a Beat Wrecker

back alley rappin but I am getting better,
writing these letters for personal pleasure,
whatever weather may my words last forever,
whatever is clever more words than a webster,
you can't measure my effort,
I stay fresher than a cellar
stacking more cheddar than a treasure,
remember.. i perform under pressure,
sneaky with meaning like a suppressor,
it all comes together like i am the professor
so sit through this lecture,
Respect my endeavors,
or leave on a stretcher,
its best to believe the fact checkers,
i am a beat wrecker,
attacking ever vector,
hotter than a pepper,
this pain i let fester,
now i am an aggressor,
quick as a processor,
but I am just a jester,
blessed to have these first world stressors,
life is beautifully tragic, isn't it?
losing my innocence,
as i destroy my cognitive dissonance
i employ positive diligence
breaking free of my mental imprisonment
this is no coincidence,
my instruments are not ambiguous,
there is no equivalent for vigilance,
meticulous like an intricate syllabus
I am into this as a participant
I don't want to witness shit,
I can't quit while i still live,
one second at a time, that is just fine,
ride or die like a young samurai
happiness isn't a thing I can buy,
happiness lies with what is inside,