@baoplaya
@braxtoncrosby

who's me i don't know now 
they say roam free, but i don't know how 
shackles clank the ground when i wander 
got pounds on my conscious, we lifting but can't even get the bar up 

mara's temptation, i've been breaking his stare 
game isn't fair, musically taking these chairs 
in silence, i hear my name in the air 
distracted, turn around, see a mirror 

and my face isn't there, shape shifts to its environment 
and i am in a different state of mind, hiding in 
whatever condition suits me best, do confess 
that i mask myself a lot, the costume is flesh 

undress, soul hasn't seen the sun in years 
most happens when we run with peers 
me and the homies, we all some phonies 
tryna figure out who got it locked but no one does on the lowkey 

who are you? you don't know, huh? 
who are you? you don't know, huh? 
ha, not a clue, ah, you so stumped 
when i ask who are you? you don't know, huh? 

crosby doesn't know who he is either

who r u ✕ Crosby ∞ Bao.

shout out to @whylucid for the production
Written, Recorded, and Mixed by Crosby

Lost (Prod. by lucid)

Prod. @k-a-n-k-y-u (https://matatabi.bandcamp.com/track/swn)

Download the new tape @ http://airospace.bandcamp.com

[Lyrics Below]

ig: airospvce
tw: airospvce
fb: airospvce

2016.

Lyrics:

Act normal 
Stack portable 
Facts audible 
Rap torturous 
Lack fortress 
Act nautical 
Last sorceress 
Had sights on 
This tight bomb 
In the form of pressurized krylon 
No hypes gone 
I'm type strong when i rock the micron 
Lock the light on 
I'm bright born 
Third eye blind
I was contorting linguistics since since my dick was two inches 
Now im blowing out your amps and your engines off the hinges 
This instance is sinless get here this instant 
Scorpion your chest and fucking oatmeal intestines 
Consistent 
I'm rapping like the Z came first 
spark a jay fuck the curse and let the gift do worst
im blueprint for disaster 
a hardened armored core 
With a gundam cockpit eating metatron ore 
Get your jehuty, i'll take my last stand with anubis 
Fuck a nudist face up dark magician girls are useless 
Who's the best emcee? Shit my death'll likely prove it 
Pushing trueness through this movement like i'm chapo moving units 
damn gestapo how i do this this 
Sticky fingers like i glued them 
To the upper inner squirter pumping buttons til she blew it 
Aphrodite - The least likely to resist 
But she died showing love cuz that shit doesn't exist 
So the next heart i find, i'll fuck it with a fist 
Until ron jeremy gives me the order to enlist 
No cease desist - torture in your corner 
You surrender? I'll stab in you stomach so i'll never be a loiterer 
Squad up on you heavily, a one man artillery 
defective byproduct when i'm killing you i'm killing me 
Let me leave - 
Heaven calling devils to the man 
I'm contesting for myself as a one band stand 
But god doesn't dance with humans so i've lost my hand 
Ace of spades up the sleeve this defeat taste grand 
Ampersand

Saitama [One Punch Man] (prod. Matatabi)

Cool Out [prod. Negligence]

Produced by Shep Bryan.
Mixed/masted by Sampson.
Download: https://skthenovelist.bandcamp.com/album/my-life-in-rhythm

For Your Head (feat Thiago)

black moon ☾

you see these cats go splat on concrete streets
slip, no balance on the fence couldn't have landed on their feet
you see that's what you get when you don't stick to a side
why shift like tectonic? the Richter will rise (shake)
these vibrations ain't for simpler minds
miss him violating but not quick to comply
like the end of breakfast club throw your fist in the sky
how to spread the world with love when it's filled with demise
yes them eyes stare into your soul and suck it outta ya
them eyes so cold they crystallize your saliva
high caliber 'Ag spit icicles
sharp tip might prick you
bars split mind temples
watch your left brain and right brain part ways farewell
leave them like Phineas Gage your thoughts change yourself
my compadres is nil y'all zombies for real
commit all the sins you want let god pay the bill
like what up son? heard you did some bogus shit
it's like whenever you hear some business you just have to stick your nose in it
whenever you see a hole you think it's yours to pick, gold to flick
so now i really got your nose, not one to be joking with
i am rotting flesh with a pure soul
say it with some bang like i'm kurt co
vein burst purple
whenever i say it's your go to them
they like, "nah that's okay bro"
nobody wants it now, hot potato
well catch this, y'all been acting faker than my ex-chick
poultry break fast cooking bacon with the egg flipping
never was it sunny on my side of the globe
no Philadelphia, careful who you calling your bros
i got love for my family, blood from japan brazil africa italia
all my ancestry plays a part in my character
melting pot always been the heart of america
the art of a amateur more passion than the pros
and i don't give a damn about no fashionable clothes
rip the tag your shit is old
over the hump they uptight like the camel to the toe
bigger picture switch my camera to panorama mode
we don't see you nah stranded in the desert with the eagles
feeling patriotic pick apart your cartilage
just eating motherfuckers they not hearing me
stuck inside my stomach when it rumbles now they feeling me, literally
NC emcees free smoke them like hickory, stick em up
skewer rotisserie just sizzling shit like this my lunch

how many emcees got to go?
it's getting comical pass me the tomatoes
they be like, "i don't know how to flow with this microphone"
ay dios mio turn a stage to a batting range
guess it takes a brazilian to show em how it goes
well you can call me Thiago let your momma know
they see me spit heat start fogging up they oculos
so watch your step 'Ago cutting off the oxygen
compared to me i'm washington, you come in two like thomas jeff
and that's in dollar bills you out of print
get your bottle filled yeah get your conscious and that wallet filled
we saw dirt dirt dirt and called them soccer fields
we put in work work work and saw the profits yield
too many emotions i conceal
if life's a bitch let her hair down like rapunzel
from brazil until nothing is uphill no more
i'm aiming to appeal my case that i am unreal it's a done deal

splat

This is a throwaway from a project i'm working on called Year Of The Dog. The beat is by @lofibeatbaker aka Kick Tracy. 

Lyrics:

Let me tell you the story man of my homie Travis,
Use to keep to himself and always draw in classes,
Spiderman his favorite awkward nature his attraction,
Parents and teacher just always called it a distraction,
Told em one day imma make it, draw for Marvel,
Even after art college convincing them was hard still,
Dad told em ‘ you’re being an artist is hard sell,
When its been done a hundred times is your art real’,

Discouraging sentiment I must confess,
When your life is spent constantly in your room obsessed,
With something you’re trying to make your own,
Told em man dont let em get you out your zone,
get you out your zone,
Discouraging sentiment I must confess,
When your life is spent constantly in your room obsessed,
With something you’re trying to make your own,
Told em man dont let em get you out your zone,
get you out your zone,

Let me tell you the story man of a young woman,
And an infatuated artist who proved reclusive,
Picasso hiding in his older years the world obtrusive,
But let her in and painted her as one of his muses,
Found out she was selling the paintings and flew in,
Only to find them all forgeries and she grinned,
Took him to her grandfather whats a man to do,
When a man looks you in the eye and says im you,
That every stroke you ever made Ive also felt it,
Every color you ever mixed ive also relished,
Piccaso said you’re a fake who used me you’re selfish,
No matter what you put in you’ll never own it,

Discouraging sentiment I must confess,
When your life is spent constantly in your room obsessed,
With something you’re trying to make your own,
Told em man dont let em get you out your zone,
get you out your zone,
Discouraging sentiment I must confess,
When your life is spent constantly in your room obsessed,
With something you’re trying to make your own,
Told em man dont let em get you out your zone,
get you out your zone,

Let me tell you the story man of a young rapper,
Who sees the waves of things and tries to capture,
Those same vibes same books different chapters,
And people shout out same hooks just  different actors,
Tell em you sound like so and so why you bitin,
Tell em you don’t live that life why you hidin,
Tell em you got a ghost you dont write you plagerizin,
But watch reboot movies with the same devices,
I aint gon front on you lil microtransaction,
Dont understand the words but I get the passion,
Jon said these words is priceless and my gut reaction,
Is yall dont make the price its our necessitation,

Encouraging sentiment I must confess,
When your life is spent constantly in your room obsessed,
With something that you’re unaware you always owned,
Told em man you’re always in your zone,
 this art has been your home,

ART (Prod. Kick Tracy)

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PG1qJF_Rra0&t=4s

Peppermint (prod. by Mike Irish)

CHARACTER

02/24/2020

The Pleasure Is All Mine (prod. Kmado)

MERCH/VINYL: www.benbeal.store

PRODUCED BYJ

My album Birdland is out everywhere now! What a beautiful place! 

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For Your Head (feat Thiago)

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