Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Too Good, artist - Tech N9ne. Date of issue: 07.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Too Good |
| Too good |
| Too good |
| Too, Too |
| 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 cadnces |
| They want you on the mic, a zombi |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| It’s crazy |
| Too good, too |
| Too good, too good, too |
| Too good, too good, too |