Rabbi Darkside - Clotheslines [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[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

(Mariella)
Don’t just hang do your thing get up off of that line
Let go everybody 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
Now fly now fly now fly now fly

(Homeboy Sandman)
Clothes on a clothesline it’s go time
You got too much starch
Ain’t you got you no smarts?
Aren’t you happy you were brung out?
Or are you trying to get wrung out?
The sun’s out… The Good Sun
Undo those clothespins and get open
Ladies I can tell you’re soaking
Ain’t no use in trying to play it lowkey
We don’t need Woolite we soapy
Hopefully since we air dry we don’t shrink
Nothing like the breeze in Spring
Fresh and clean so we don’t stink
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?
Get up off that line
And lay it all on the line
I ain’t never lied

(Mariella)
Don’t just hang do your thing get up off of that line
Let go everybody 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
Now fly now fly now fly now fly

[Illspokinn]
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
Dampened by the meaning
Think we ought to leave them out for the evening
Pinned to the thread for their own benefit
Judge jury executioner hung over sentences
Hadnwashed padlocked wraps and matched socks
Better lower chances of the unmatched socks
Our shoes don’t shrink and they’er 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 I ain’t no thang…Just hang
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 segregate
I delegate for delicates before I wash them out
Hesitant about a little static? Bounce