Plasma… in ya ear… Clear the fear… gods draw near… [Thunder crack – reverse mantra loop begins] Gonzo! Back from the jungle where the plasma hums, Megaliths buzz while the bassline drums. Sippin’ solfeggio with Prometheus’ fire, Crack the code—volts get higher. Stone ships fly from forgotten lore, Squatter-Man pose on the cosmic floor. This ain’t rap—it’s an energy storm, Charged like a vajra in a thunder god’s form. 🎶 Plasma… in ya ear… 🎶 Stone speaks clear… myth reappears… 🎶 Echoes of time… drum of the sphere… 🎶 Shiva destroyin’ all y’all fear… “Yeah! Bring it back from the tombs!” I got six fingers, torchin' scrolls, Breakin’ the grid with esoteric flows. Lightning bolts scribbled in my dome, Channeling Zeus through this microphone. Hieroglyph hack with the craziest bars, Mack had flava—I’m spittin' quasars. Crack open temples, unleash the tone, Echoes of ancients now callin' home. 🎶 Plasma… in ya ear… 🎶 Stone speaks clear… myth reappears… 🎶 Echoes of time… drum of the sphere… 🎶 Shiva destroyin’ all y’all fear… “One spark—rewrite the myth!” Anahata… Trisula… Plasma flows from Ganga’s mouth… Destroy to create… we vibrate fate… Om… Om… Shiva's the bassline, Kali’s the snare, I drop that Gonzo gospel in solar flare. My third eye’s tuned like a tuning fork, And the beat’s built raw like a Theban cork. Obelisks beam when I spit that lore, From Angkor Wat to the Giza floor. It’s not just style—this is mythic design, Flava in ya ear? Nah—plasma in ya spine. 🎶 Plasma… in ya ear… let the gods interfere… 🎶 Gonzo… in the stratosphere… myth engineers… “Word is bond. Past ain’t dead. It’s just encrypted.”
