One line rhyme-bringin it back!!

[Mumm Ra]

yo breath stink and you need a mint/ heard you got a problem with a bitch/ not the least of which she got a dick

[SKAMPOE]

Lucid stays surrounded by gorgeous fems,
but he aint fuckinem,
he's just the gay friend is what they rly think of hem.

[Mumm Ra]

when a bitch taste daprophet's toxic rocket tonic they think its skim -
ill fill em with a chronic cosmic experience, lucid yardstick hard dick for the win
next time you trade lines take ya time and make it rhyme ese
if your physical eclipsed the sun my mind would still make it shine the next day

[Mumm Ra]

beatin my meat while eaves droppin on the street, priest hearin a whores confession/
she keep a discreet rapport with the police on the beat but deceit was her core weapon

[SKAMPOE]

watch where you steppin,
we reppin with the most purest of hearts,
the cure is in part,
worst than when the sickness is smart...

[ArcherPriest]

Apocolyptic with art, bloody canvas splash with linguistics thats sharp

[THE MASON]

i enter the arena, snatch each single crown
rock em mounted to my throne
yall cant fuck with my sound, renown in these woods
for straight robbin ya goods,
takin ya mic, give it back to the people
you fetile, now thats called keepin it hood

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

close encounters with the ripper kind cuttingham snitches get pitched with a litch pin ditched in split ends leave your wrist severed with chaulk outlines they didn't know who did the lines/

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

putting together more rubix cubes than word puzzles leaves emcees befuttled
cuz they just stuck in a metropolis while I am maximizing the throne with bones of the fallen below/

[BornPower]

follow the gods on post in rain, sleet or snow
change beats and flows to sink teeth into wrinkled throats

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

inking bloaks by how flows is driven livid by how vivid the depiction can be at times
we can go from Steven Spielberg flicks or straight to DVD darts leaving our mark, another shot in the dark/

[THE MASON]

i be the injection to this profession, lyrical writtens are in descention
my intention is to extract fission from nuclear rhythms
break prisms with henchmen, create tension, takeover trenches

[ArcherPriest]

the stench is tremendous, a thousand corpses thats headless, vlad the impaler style, sword to the plexus

[ArcherPriest]

fashion nooses from cords, til necks rip, 'n flesh splits, storm shores in deathships, scores of fresh scripts 'n force fed fifths

[just_leroy]

Keep niggas in a maze coastin 80 knots per hour playn labirynth till the anchor sinks