Old Dirty Sestina

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McKendy Fils-Aime - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

Old Dirty Sestina

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He's the third killer bee, grabs ears with raps, croons on hard beats, needs no melody. Call him Old Dirty Bastard or Big Baby Jesus. A drunk spitting Jesus rhymes so he can be above a poor bastard. With some ghetto raps, and a great melody, he rocks any beat. If heaven had break beats, this man would be Jesus over God's melody, sting lames like a bee when they tried to rap songs like Bastard's. As kids we were bastards who adored awesome beats and found love in crazy raps. With words beyond Jesus he stung us, this bee, hid pain in melody. With cocaine melody, his mind, a singing bastard he was crazy as can be. In freedom, he kept beats and named himself Jesus but stayed on his raps. He died with all his raps but no new melodies. This lyric filled Jesus This music-less bastard who had no voice on beats except on other bees So today we have rap's bastard saved on melodies that even beat Jesus and all wannabes.

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  • McKendy Fils-Aime