Too Good

[Intro] Too good Too good Too, Too [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] One of the coolest to rep my sect Only the half foolish neglect projects Coming from the newest then blessed by Tech Clergy of crazed, worthy of praise Like Anubis and Wepwawet Dismiss what I play to thee A Damu could muster wrong Suge Slick spit from a hater see All the crew stood over strong wood Mystics with the fate of T That I move hoods, pray a song 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 cadеnces They want you on the mic, a zombiе Lyrically against the ficklest I'm quick to pistol-whip you like you're Chauncey Then I step wit' a thickie like Ashanti Spit a web of witty, quite Anansi If you stupid, take a listen, raise the bar up They don't wanna reach it And won't ever see it 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 dome you competed, the toner retreated They running, I'm gunning for god Rigorous fail when idols give it Wicked as hell and pyro with it Gibberish cells and I grow vicious Nigga this del in Hieroglyphics Too good at a thing, you just might be shunned I can't even do a Verzuz with none 'Cause I'm one of one [Chorus: Mumu Fresh] 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 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 [Post-Chorus: Mumu Fresh] What else can I do? Standing next to you Ruin your career 'Cause that what they just fear Make it so you can't ever ever ever ever come back around here [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Uh Too good, no I'm too great I'm like two trey with the flu weight Talking 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 my foot I stand my ground and 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 is art, they gotta look, look I'm one of the boolest to rep my set I don't do computers but I sipped high 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 mines prepped Still an ex-con feeling 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 [Chorus: Mumu Fresh] 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 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 [Outro] It's crazy Too good, too Too good, too good, too Too good, too good, too