Clotheslines Rabbi Darkside (Ft. Homeboy Sandman, Illspokinn & Mariella)

[Rabbi Darkside]
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
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 needs phone lines
We gonna 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 danceride
With the IllSpok Boy Sand and Rabbi
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 convening 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