7L & Esoteric - No Shots lyrics

[Hook]: "Yep, you know this" Back on my rap sh**, boom clap clap sh** "Bring it on down" "Yep you know this" Back on my rap sh**, boom clap clap sh** "Bring it on down" [Verse One]: Zoned out High school D Tight Gumby that's the high school me I air rappers out like flight school B Somebody gotta say it might as well be me See, I was raised on D.O.C. and Tim D.O.G How the f** can I respect groups like 303 This ain't Wiz Khalifa It ain't Drizzy neither I ain't dissin' either I'm just a disbeliever That Young Money diva kinda made me miss Latifah (Why's that?) She hop on everything she got a busy beaver E.S., I murder mics/Mikes like Demerol I keep the pen/Penn up on me like the logo on a tennis ball [Hook]: No shots, no shots but we blow spots And we focused "Yep, you know this" Back on my rap sh**, boom clap clap sh** "Bring it down" No shots, no shots but we blow spots And we focused "Yep, you know this" Back on my rap sh**, boom clap clap sh** "Bring it down" [Verse Two]: f** it I go online read 'em brag about their new sh** I click play but all I hear is Debbie Downer music And somebody gotta, lobotomize my brain If I'm supposed to tolerate dudes like Waka Flocka Flame Or whatever the f**'s his name You ain't ahead of your time, you way late, get in line Listen You don't know the pain Guru pa**ed we were mourning Then Travis Barker gets the cover of The Source and I'd rather be a washed up rapper on a pacemaker Then have to bow down and listen to these taste makers See there are new cats that are dope like Freddie Gibbs and Then the poser dudes lookin' like Debbie Gibson You hear boutique rapper, you think unique rapper It ain't the case, they as common as the street rapper We shouldn't be in the same sentence of rap music In fact my name should have a period attached to it [Hook]: No shots, no shots but we blow spots And we focused "Yep, you know this" Back on my rap sh**, boom clap clap sh** "Bring it down" No shots, no shots but we blow spots And we focused "Yep, you know this" Back on my rap sh**, boom clap clap sh** "Bring it down" [Verse Three]: It's been a long time I wonder, now where has E gone? I'm a Stone's Throw away, ask Egon I spit freeze/Frise No Bichon Hyako Akita dog, no leash on I get my paper baby I get my green on Turkey bacon only time you get your lean on And me doin' somethin' with you? It's like Trump in your crib countin' money with you It's like Bird in your yard shootin' jumpers with you Redman gettin' blunted with you I'm above what you do Don Draper style, scowl T'd up like a flagrant foul The fellas say "ho" and the ladies say "oww" Sounds like domestic violence Self absorbed like a paper towel Yo I, shine all day so bright I could wake an owl Flow tighter, a ghost writer, you can pay for vowel [Hook]: No shots, no shots but we blow spots And we focused "Yep, you know this"