Geronimo from Flowstate by Rhymewave

There’s never better times than now.
Keep on trying to find that wow.
Sing it from the mountaintops loud.
They’re never gonna steal our sound.

Never gonna steal it cuz my instrument is vocal cords,
And even if the grid went down, my music wouldn’t close the door.
Could have chose a different sound, but knew this one would open more,
minds into thinking and creating our own folklore.
Gotta grow more in line with the common man.
Too many lives serving time for that contraband.
And they can try to break us down, but yo, we gotta plan.
Once they took my drum, I started banging pots and pans.
Can’t nobody take the sound unless they take my life.
Maybe if you come around you’ll stumble on the same advice.
Somehow these words seem to make it right.
Vocabulary is apparently the way to fight.
Started writing soon as I could hold pens.
Made friends with the page, initiated on the quest.
I made amends with the laziness. I won’t fuck up again.
Extended out the radius. The craziness depends.
A maniac amended with that brainiac convention.
Spendin’ rainy days stressing about a past life regression.
Then you realize you’re living in the present.
And sitting in the presence of a brilliant connection.
A million dimensions of auxiliary concessions.
Building up collections that are really some obsession.
Now I’m mentioning these words because I’m trying to turn the frowns upside down.
And be the clown who’s entertaining town to town.

There’s never better times than now.
Keep on trying to find that wow.
Sing it from the mountaintops loud.
They’re never gonna steal our sound.

Never gonna steal it, never pry it from my fingertips.
Cuz once you’ve really found it, this existence can be synchronous.
This existence can be infinite.
Searching for a thread, but I could only find a filament.
Felt that tug upon my line, I better real it in.
Found that love within the vine so I could heal within.
Steady run up in these times until I feel it stick.
Wrote these motherfucking rhymes so I could deal with it.
Or did I write the rhyme so I could try to be the kid,
That nobody expected on the big stage rappin.
I remember when it happened.
I was smokin’ out back, then came inside and listened to my first Atmosphere track,
I’m a passerby reacting to a pantomime,
acting like its randomized what you will be abandoned by.
We can atomize the layers that we’ve stratified,
I’ll show you what I’ve strategized if you can help me analyze.
Now I’m finding where the pattern lies, and it’s a place,
constructed by collective consciousness within the hyperspace.
Now I’m finding where we’re getting stuck within the flow.
Thought my thoughts were independent, but I didn’t know.
Before we automate everything upon the globe,
we need a common place to try and reach some common goals.
We need a modern take on tipping over dominos.
I’m jumping down the hole and calling out, “Geronimo!”
“Geronimo!”
Geronimo was a medicine man.

There’s never better times than now.
Keep on trying to find that wow.
Sing it from the mountaintops loud.
They’re never gonna steal our sound.

• Conscious Hip-Hop
• Experimental Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Progressive
• Psychedelic
• underground hip hop