I’m beginning to feel like a fact god

I'm starting to sense like a Fact God, Fact God,
All my thinkers from the front to the back nod, back nod.
Now, who thinks they can counter my logic barrage, barrage?
They say I reason like a machine, just call me FactBot.

But for me to debate like a computer is inherent,
A laptop in my backpack, my arguments, coherent.
A thick stack from my reasoning profit,
Built a career off it, no need to counterfeit.
Since Clinton's days, I've been spittin' the truth,
With Lewinsky scandal, honesty, uncouth.

In this logic hop, I don't shy from a spat,
Rappin' facts, backpack logic, yap-yap, yackity-yack.
Simultaneously, executing acrobat stunts, while I'm at it,
Breaking tables, demolishing falsehoods, that's the tactic.

Only realized it was ironic, signed to Aftermath after the fact,
How could I not thrive? Dropping truth bombs, feel my intellectual attack.
Rappers struggling in this period, it's quite bad,
For the flawed, while I construct a masterpièce, it's quite rad.