"EHCH FOR OH (What's My Flame?)"

Ehch to the power of 4 — OHhhhh! Born from myth with a plasma core — OHhhhh! Gilga, Thor, Shiva roar — OHhhhh! Cartoon God, what you askin’ for?! Yo, I’m H4O, that’s four H’s deep, Hydrogen boss where the frequencies leap. Alchemical truth — coded in the rain, Cartoon god with a sativa brain. Lightning veins, stone-vase soul, Whispers of the myths that the ancients told. I’m the glitch in the script, the break in the chain, The beat in the dark of the memory lane. Chemically wild — I don’t play stable, I’m what you get when you flip the fable. H₂O been known — now here’s the evolution, The storm in your cup, the funk in your solution — This da plasma krunk. Metaphor of gods in a digital frame, I pixelate truth then ignite the flame. Herculean flow with a Gilga twist, Every bar I drop is a solar kiss. Born in seventy-seven — I’m the echo of a sign, Leo in the cipher with a solar spine. I’m the sphinx come alive, spittin' sacred math, Cymatic syllables cuttin’ quantum paths. Stone tongue, crystal lungs — I breathe grids, Geometry flips every rhyme I did. From the plasma script to the mythic aesthetics, I train like a monk in lyrical calisthenics. With a plasma vision and psychedelic brain, I see the untruths and show you the way. I ain’t preachin’ — I’m tuning your sight, Like a quartz-wand beam in the mythic night. I decode gods, rewrite fate’s page, Spit lightning bars from the oracle stage. Truth ain't a scroll — it’s a waveform flex, And I’m the riddle that time couldn’t hex. Who da myth? Who da flame? Soul of sun with the dragon’s name. Say it loud, feel the flow… It’s EHCH FOR OH.