Aceyalone’s second album Book Of Human Language sticks in my head as one of the most highly revered albums of all time, regardless of genre. Each composition is independent yet fits snug within the pages of the novel which was being spoken. Each song represents a chapter, each verse a paragraph and each word is a sentence. Aceyalone’s lyrical genius is on full display here. Reinforcing what most everyone knew from All Balls Don’t Bounce and his Freestyle Fellowship contributions, he was at the apex which rappers could only hope to come catch a glimpse. It baffles the mind the number of different styles he seems to create and then disregard as easily as it was created, leaving the waste to be scooped up and used by some emcee bystander. Very few albums, and even fewer rap albums give me the filling I got from the first listen of Book Of Human Language, for that I am grateful and saddened at the same time. I wish other artists, who might be equally talented if they applied themselves, would take the approach to their craft the way Ace did.