Best Lyric of All Time?

[Deng Defense Force]

(War Horse)

I love this funky horse
I love his giant hooves
(War Horse) Out on the battlefield
He shows his funky moves, oh yeah

War Horse (War Horse)
A clip, clip, cloppity cloo
War Horse (War Horse, yeah)
Chargey, gallopey goo, oh yeah

Clip, clop
A clip, clip, clop
A clip, clip, cloppity cloo, oh yeah
Clip, clop
A War Horse, baby
A War Horse, babedy boo, oh yeah, now

Clip, clip, clop (War Horse)
War Horse, baby
A War Horse, baby boo
A War Horse, baby (War Horse)
War Horse, baby
Chargey gallopey goo, oh yeah, now

 

[JosMin]

The King.

Spoiler

It last longer if take a picture.
It's Viktor the slickster --
I pick her up,
sip Schlitz malt liquor.
Still up in the mixture, like a fixture
Y'all seen the sticker with the sick filli'
Vik sta.
He stacks chips by any rich way
And keep black lips. **** what any ***** say.
It ain't no time for no tip or tatt
Y'all better aim for the head
Just don't hit the fitted hat
Wondered since time ago it's just time to go
As for right now though
The hour show rhyme flow
He got more of those and lines for dime hoes
And act fancy
Wit more clothes than Delancey's
Don't let him house you out on Houston
Or catch you downtown on Broadway browsing
Whoever got the most bags get followed
Give it up or get you in the old hag hollow
Smash
It Viktor the slicksta

It's like limbo
how low can you go
Vee go lower than your bimbo panty hose
Damn yo
I say that's pretty damn low
In the city streets with more ammo than Rambo
Hambo
Y'all don't want Vee in it
Make the coolest cat piss his Coogi in a minute
When he blow and get ballin at the top slot
Twenty G's a head for whoever's calling cop shot
Kack, kack, kack, kack, kack
Popsnot

Tender headed
Get they wig split wit folk sheen
V manufacture gun cleaning kits for poe dean
Party people ask him how you so mean and still quiet could it be the codine in your diet
I'm like what I look like a doctor
Let the pork stop I got the clear meat the vodka
Cork tops step up to hustle like the new guy
Gun busting and drugs the penalties to high
Make you wonder who they speak for it's only one side benefiting off the street war
And he skeet galore just to make ya badder
Many gone stab they own man up like Jacob ladder
I still worry when I'm out on the hop hot
Realer ill flurry that might pop ya knot
I feel that Bill Murray get more run then the whop got
Shop for a yacht
Klackup
Popsnot

 

[RosettaStoned]

I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
of our divinity and still be a human.

 

[RamiTheBullsFan]

Most of you have outrageously horrible tastes in music.

 

[Cloud 9]

Inspectah Deck's first 8 bars on The "Wu-Tang Clan's" "Triumph". Nobody can touch this IMO. Here's the song if you're not familiar http://youtu.be/UqTGRat8sA4

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block

 

[derosabomb]

Most of you have outrageously horrible tastes in music.

true story