Here I pay tribute to a man whose work is beyond anything most even hope to aspire.
His voice is stylized.
He has a voracious and lengthy vernacular, as syllable crunched as can be.
The music is a variety of deliciousness served up on a bed of monumental composition and badass beats...
His words hold meaning that addresses the complexity of the human spirit, and as such he does with fierce recognition and tenacity of the heart.
His art works are at best, more than masterful. They put image to unimagineable.
Aesop Rock.
"Legends Are Made."
Not born.
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