Bang Bang Bang

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Kamaal Ibn John Fareed (born Jonathan Davis on April 10, 1970), better known by his stage name Q-Tip, is an American hip hop artist from St. Albans, Queens, New York, part of the critically acclaimed group A Tribe Called Quest. John Bush of Allmusic called him "the best rapper/producer in hip-hop h… more »

Un, deux, trois 
Bang, bang, bang

Feathers, I'm plucking feathers
One by one, by one
No more skylarking, around my head
Your information 
But there's no hiding, behind moulting feathers 

On the plane, on my brain, 'bout to do the sho'
40k contract, take it out the do'
Dice, symbolize my life, roll 'em on the flo'
From your grubby hands, as you hand the grandstand 
You live a shitty life, we live a bon, bon vie
 Hotter than the book, while we watch the tv
 Think you got us fooled, ooh never again
 First time, shame on me, second time, your time will end

No way, bang your dead, here's your silhouette 
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete
Bang your dead, alouette, here's your silhouette 
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete

No way, no, (the clock) it's ticking forward
No way, it's just a cruel, cruel world

 Cruel world is fittin', they got us all hittin'
With late night divisions, and lab app decisions 
But based with decisions, to fight a fricassee 
And you've clearly decided, on how to handle me
Difficile, imbecile, is it fake, is it real
Are we dying on our feet, are we trying in our sleep 
There's a rumour goin' 'round, 'bout the suits runnin' town
If you look into the sky, them birds fly high, high, high

Numbers, you got that number 
You're looking outwards, and don't see the big picture 
Over your shoulder, you'll get no last words  Because it's too late, you've clipped your own wings (your own wings)

No way, bang your dead, here's your silhouette 
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete
Bang your dead, alouette, here's your silhouette 
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete

We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin'
We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin'
We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin'
We're believin' in the proof, we're believin' in the truth 
We're believin' in each other, not you, you, you

 Stories (you with the tall tales), how many stories (so many tall tales)
We climb the structure (you scale the ladder)
You build it higher (you make us madder)
We take our aim (so now we're bearin' off)
You perch above your nest (in your charms)
The stories in your head (it's a crazy bald head)
That's what got you dead

No way, bang your dead, here's your silhouette 
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete
Bang your dead, alouette, here's your silhouette 
Je te plumerai la, tete
Je te plumerai la, tete

Un, deux, trois 
No one ever does it like that anymore 
Bang, bang, bang
When feathers fly, you deny everything (alouette)
Un, deux, trois 
No one ever does it like that anymore 
Bang, bang, bang (alouette)
When feathers fly, you deny everything yo

Written by: KAMAAL FAREED, ALEX GREENWALD, NICK HODGSON, PETER KEUSCH, MARK RONSON, HOMER STEINWEISS, AMANDA WARNER

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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