Clotheslines

[Intro: Rabbi Darkside, Mariella] This right here is a little bit of that Brooklyn backyard boogie (Ooh-hoo) (Uh) Ain’t nobody [?] (Let your soul shine) Just so fresh, so fresh, so clean (Hah!) (So clean!) (Ooh) Feel fly today, feel fresh (Hoo) Ain’t nobody [?], we just so fresh, so fresh (Let go, let’s go!), so clean [Verse 1: Rabbi Darkside, Mariella] Silly whatchu doing like you’re pinned up in backyard In a village or in Brooklyn or a pinto on a trash barge Partying like Miller Time, not virtual like chats So you better get to swerving on the perpetual wax (Oh!) Rebels in the pocket but the book is not the Little Red Committed to riddle, you visual lyric intricate Invisible digital, we don’t even need phone lines We gon make your soul shine Going in the whole nine Clothesline running on a pulley Four, five stories from the ground floor garden and the lilies Better in the summertime when the sun is fully Working up a sweat out of the sight of police Never trick me twice like I’m Kelis Always hang dry delicate wools and imported silk sheets Still feet, don’t fly on the dance ride With the ILLspok’, ‘Boy Sand and Rabbi (Ah!) [Verse 2: Rabbi Darkside] Filthy get cleaned and the wet get dried Then we pressing out the freshness, iron applied Nickodemus on the cut supplying the vibe Never needed fabric softener, machine or the Tide We convenin’ in an alleyway a meeting of the minds We the magistrates who allocate the keeping of the time You better calibrate your static weight and reach up for the sky Hands high Get off that line! [Hook: Mariella, Rabbi Darkside, Homeboy Sandman] Don’t just hang, do your thing, get up off of that (Yeah, come on) line Let go, everybody let’s go, let go, everybody let’s go (Let’s go!) Don’t just hang, do your thing, get up off of that line (Get up!) Hands free (Get up!), let’s feel the breeze (Get up!), hands free (Get up!), let’s feel the breeze Don’t just hang, do your thing, get up off of that line Stay dry, hands high, stay dry, hands high Don’t just hang, do your thing, get up (Hah-hah-hah) off of that line Everybody now fly, now fly, now fly, now fly [Verse 3: Homeboy Sandman, Mariella] Clothes on a clothesline, it’s go time (Let your soul shine, yo) You got too much starch Ain’t you got you no smarts? (Mm) Aren’t you happy you were brung out? (Mm-hm?) Or are you trying to get wrung out? (Nah, nah, nah) The sun’s out, the Good Sun I gotta, those clothespins and get open Ladies, I can tell you’re soaking (Ooh!) Ain’t no use in tryna to play it lowkey We don’t need Woolite, we soapy (Ooh!) Hopefully since we air dry we don’t shrink (Mm-hm!) Nothing like the breeze in Spring Fresh and clean so we don’t stink (Ah!) Back and forth we swing Swaying in the wind, going for the win Honey, my homey just let me hold his whip You fresh out the spin cycle, would you like to take a spin? (Aaw!) Get up off that line And lay it all on the line (Aw!) I ain’t never lied (Why you lyin’?) Eh-eh, eh-eh, eh-eh [Hook: Mariella, Rabbi Darkside] Don’t just hang, do your thing, get up off of that (Yeah, come on) line Let go, everybody let’s go, let go, everybody let’s go (Let’s go!) Don’t just hang, do your thing, get up off of that line Hands free, let’s feel the breeze, hands free, let’s feel the breeze (Woo!) Don’t just hang, do your thing, get up off of that line Stay dry, hands high, stay dry, hands high Don’t just hang, do your thing, get up off of that line Everybody now fly, now fly, now fly, now fly [Verse 4: ILLspokinN, Mariella] Uh, shout to the fellas Lines for the women, this one for the linens Outside of your building, this one for the listeners Senior to the children, overthinking thinkers (What?) Dampened by the meaning Think we oughta leave them out for the evening Pinned to the thread for their own benefit Judge, jury, executioner hung over sentences Hand washed padlocked wraps and matched socks Better lower chances of the unmatched socks Our shoes don’t shrink and they’re hard to fill (Ladies!) Hard pressed for the starch of Ill They always claim: “We on our laundry game” Fresh wore wardrobe slang, it’s almost clean No more coins, ain’t no thang Just hang! [Verse 5: ILLspokinN] Some before they outcome tumble dry warm Like mine, fresh air, strong lullaby, calm Take it for a minute long with stacks on the song Don’t mind a handle on for the shit that I be on White styles darken and dark style fade Ink over everything I don’t segre-gate I delegate for delicates before I wash them out Hesitant about a little static? Bounce! [Hook: Mariella, Rabbi Darkside] Don’t just hang, do your thing, get up off of that (Yeah, come on) line Let go, everybody let’s go, let go, everybody let’s go (Let’s go!) Don’t just hang, do your thing, get up off of that line Hands free, let’s feel the breeze, hands free, let’s feel the breeze Don’t just hang, do your thing, get up off of that line Stay dry, hands high, stay dry, hands high Don’t just hang, do your thing, get up off of that line Everybody now fly, now fly, now fly, now fly! [Outro]