One line rhyme-bringin it back!!

[Origin™]

Crack skulls until it's content leaks outwards,
while reptilian beings dig deep and build shelters

[THE MASON]

im back to the homestead, hunting for the whole heads
medication from my old meds, quick diversions, makin up the rose beds
my nose red, rudimentry like eric dolphy, jazz time philosophy

[$inista]

roll phillies ergonomically so i meditate properly fumbling over modern day Prophecy
these guys are obsolete i got a direct line like geometry to the god in me

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

blocking options knocking mockasons hit cha them special beam cannons like Piccallo did Radetz, but cha ain't the baddest when there's still blood on the dance floor, tell e'm clean up on eisle four while all y'all still looking at the floor i'm ripping minds raw like an alien probe with more nodes than the borgs do when they assimilate cha and say "resistance is futile"/

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

come off the top premediate reintergrate introduce promindence
omnipressence end it all with evidence that ain't educating them hoodfellas wit/

[$inista]

underground dweller spits still irrelevant cash takes precedence along with criminal negligence so I'm over heads like fitted caps spitting lifted raps that blast like astrological jabs, you see stars

[kush]

im spitting meticulous bars by conquering the art so call me the rap Napoleon Bonaparte

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

own a dart price righter than dwight gooden at a coke spot dominate mind mixes switch blade grenade open air raid tone touch olive branch clutch cobra venom intercept and inveniously subtling ruin you/

[$inista]

brewing overdue revenue when i debut ill immune visuals killing tunes my realist goons under moon resume to consume doom from womb to putting you buffoons in concrete tombs & let the flowers bloom

[MosHigh]

dude this ain't no cartoon i know a platoon of bamboons
that'll rip your face off and your identity they'll assume....

[$inista]

you been inhaling some fumes my dude i rain rude wit shells like typhoons
we can settle this at high noon like the wa wa west stepping out of saloons

[MosHigh]

hopping out of coccoons regenerated awaiting satan
d'evils i've been thru couldn't kill me so stop ya hatin'

[$inista]

extermination permeated terminated on arrival my determination is survival
walk away alive while an ambulance crew try to revive you with an untold number of rounds inside you

[MosHigh]

i ride thru appear hospitable until i spit few at you and your baby boo
at the hospital i'll be watching House tryin' to figure out what to do...

[$inista]

what to do upper cut loose wit hands let them go like tyson tho dicing foes
knuckle blows to domes hitting hard like chrome on black tops & over microphones