[Lyric] Space Race (Muze Sikk)

The razors edge to success
Everyday work it ala excess
Chasing after profit you won’t profit off it
My pro fit similar to the most dopest
And I’m the most focused
That’s why the beat choke novices
I don’t see no opponents
And I don’t seek those bogus
Woke up
They groggy
I’m for sure tough
When it comes to this
I grow up
Into my vision sown up
I set my aims high

Taking it slow
Chasing the glow
I’m on my space race
At a Great pace
I leap off the world
And float past the awful abyss that they call common sense
I ain’t common
I’m coming for blood

Coming for blood
Loving the absence of love
That’s the fuel for my fire
I won’t rеtire a chub
Check it
Many styles
Brеad butter it up
I pull a bad apple out the bunch
Turn it to tons

Nature’s hates vacuums
After I pass you
You can’t catch dude
Stoned like a statue
Time might just task you
Fold and collapse you
Soaking in bad fumes
Leaves you bedazzled

My own competence
Kept me on top of this
Sophisticated and official baby
Ya
Coalition of excellence
Never hesitant
Devilish with all these pessimists
I got the extra fresh assist
It don’t matter where you coming from
It’s where you going
Different song
Different day
Same edge
I don’t even trip
See I planned my trip
Starting off incompetent
But now I know my shit
MF