Tech N9ne, Lil Wayne, Maimouna Youssef - Too Good Lyrics

Too good
Too
Too good
Too, too
Too good
Too good

One of the coolest to rep my sect'
Only the foolish neglect projects
Coming from the newest and blessed by Tech
Clergy of crazed, worthy of praise
Like Anubis and Wepwawet
Dismissed what I play to thee
A Damu could must a wrong should
Slick spit from a hater sea
All the crew stood over strong wood
Mystics with the fate of tea
Read I move hoods, pray a psalm should
Critics, what they say to me
Is that I'm too good for my own good
A lot of my people in circles 'round the hood
They treat my music like a blondie
Too much emotion and too many cadences
They want you on the mic, a zombie
Lyrically against the ficklest
I'm quick to pistol-whip you like you're Chauncey
And I step with a thickie like Ashanti
Spit a web of witty, quite a Nancy
If you spit ridiculous and raise the bar up
They don't wanna reach it
And one of us'll get the moment I speak it
Don't wanna receive it
The one I'm alone at the top
You become something invisible to them
You then don't spark up
Opponent I'll beat it, I'm only conceited
The dummy competed, the toner retreated
They runnin', I'm gunnin' for god
Rigorous fail when idols give it
Wicked as hell and pyro with it
Gibberish cells and I grow vicious
Nigga this Del and Hieroglyphics
Too good at a thing, you might just be shunned
I can't even do verses with none
'Cause I'm one of one

I'm just too good for my own good
I'm just too, I'm just too
I'm just too good for my own good
I'm just too, I'm just too good
I'm just too good for my own good
I'm just too, I'm just too
I'm just too good for my own good
I'm just too, I'm just too good

What else can I do?
Standing next to you
But'll ruin your career
Exasperate your fears
Make it so you can't ever, ever, ever, ever come back around here

Uh
Too good, no, I'm too great
I'm like two-trey with the flu weight
Talkin' shit and outta toothpaste
Big Bs, Bobby Boucher
On my wrist, I got the skeleton
Richie with the see-through face
Drop the whip without the toupee
Pregnant pistol got a due date
I'm too good for my own good
I cross my heart, I knock on wood
I lost my heart, I found foot
I stand my ground, that ground I stood
I walk my walk, that ground is shook
That time I bought, that time I took
That time I put inside these thoughts
Since this art, they gotta look
Look, I'm one of the boolest to rep my set
I don't do computers but I sipped Hi-Tech
I don't do computers but my chips like that
I don't do computers but my shooters put a bullet wound in ya apple
It look bit like Mac
Just like that, like this like that
My drip like splat
With lips like that, she kiss my gat
Just might blat
Beat the beat up like this track tryna fist fight back
When the producer heard this verse it left his eye black
Ask my chef, I eat rappers, I like mine's prepped
Still a ex-con, feelin' like the only icon left
That's real shit, I'm still a shit
I ain't wiped mine yet
The greatest of all time and I got a lifetime left, Tunechi

I'm just too good for my own good
I'm just too, I'm just too
I'm just too good for my own good
I'm just too, I'm just too good
I'm just too good for my own good
I'm just too, I'm just too
I'm just too good for my own good
I'm just too, I'm just too good

I'm too good, yeah
It's crazy, yeah
Too good, I'm too good
Too good, too good, too
Too good, too good, too