yoyo, baby moloch on the mic I spit it through your eyes like freight, freak, geek, tweak you with my beak, get you fished out your skunk mellow drunk smelly feet.

I’ll twist & turn wither and spurn web you with a riddle fuck you with my fiddle show you how i’ve been wretched up and fed, stricken to show the world as it goes, mother blow you with listening to disgrace in your eyes you see it and you can’t replace what was given its a gift you must fit in otherwise your dust and filled with spirited wickedness turnt up with sickness nobody wants it listen, hear, speak, cherish with your feet, every step you bite & throw it up Babymoloch.eth coming to throw it up, out the mic respite the prisons we’ve built for the mind, fire in his eyes bleading until he’s died, sought from a cave the man grew, he went, he came for the fire he saw it in is eyes the shame the guilt the lust we throw it on the rubbish blow it like Osama, sickness deceit wretched we leave it.

We’re on to the new, show you what’s new we gotta fam is full it’s born, raising the world like lambs, goats, little chickies we nurture with our hands, our touch, love we put it in reverse, reversing entropy like I gotta breathe show the world that it bleeds, bring it out my eyes like see, the death it’s been written, babymoloch who is this, he building from the bottom up with his business, his homies, reversing grips like he on one, might pawn one, sell you like better off-one, kill them out you’re flossing. Feel it out like who bossing, reverse entropy we bleed sweat knowledge and tears so we bring you the fear of death, misaligned incentives drive you off a cliff with your minds eyes blown till your sky high, arrow bled leaving you blind sighing for the death we’ve caused the ill we’ve spent, killing our people with illness & death.

We see the native americans masaccred in red, blacks in streets the white man can bear his greed, babies crying with parents weeping, never understood the pain it caused till he sees it, looks deep in the dark it’s grievance, deceived with, paralysis in his dialysis, impaired no can see put him out this world before we run it & it’s gone, show you what’s strong, rebuilding from principles or none, I instrumented this wrist, turned it in to a fist, elemental this grip.

Show you out, this babymoloch out his spout with a gift now appreciate your about, all about, be about everything you see it don’t doubt, push through blood, sweat, & tears to hear what I’m all about.

True hard earned work, it’s done.