Whoever said rap cats were forbidden to put a smirk on your face have most likely not heard of a Moses Rockwell. Perhaps living proof that comedy and competitive lyricism can in fact meet somewhere in the middle. From Rochester’s westside comes an unusually introspective absurdist with a heart of gold. Kickin off-beat socially awkard raps since age 11. With a handful projects to back it up. So whip off your ray bans and tap into your inner-geek. Little mos is here to keep your cypher complete.