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 M-A-P T-H-E  M-A-Z-E, lose control.
 
 M-A-Z-E, my  is amazin'
 
 [Dumbfoundead's Verse]
 Three blind mice as we're  in the maze route, lookin' for the easiest possible way out.
 Day in and day out, you run into  closed road. Turning into old folk, chasing after rose gold.
 What they don't know is that it  to a fool.
 Choosing wants  needs, singing songs of a mule.
 Carrying their burdens when you barely  the person,
 and that is the difference between  pharaoh and a servant.
  choose to serve no man but serve mankind,
 at  same time avoiding all of Earth's landmines.
 You step in it and  blow up,
 you exit or you  up, or get locked up.
 The pigs catch ya  donuts.
 But I'd rather rhyme bars than sit  bars.
 How can a prison cell contain  shining bright star.
 They  no idea what I could do in a minute's time.
 Break down the walls of  maze and run through the finish line.
 
  is like a maze...when I'm flippin' through the pages.
 
 
 [Myk's Verse]
 It's high  black and white.
 Is it digital, analog, wack  tight?
 It's stressful wishing sacrifice, and the list goes on. It's  facts of life.
 East  ettiquite, west coast slang.
 Peace we'll never get if shit  change.
 Do you play with the majors or  independent?
 Gotta stay paid but I'm broke  a peasant.
 Love,  greed, addictions. What's next?
 Need directions. There's nobody left to 
  in my sorrow for a hollow tomorrow.
 Life is like a maze, try to keep track of the days that take us from place  place.
 Awaken and face-to-face.
 Too many choices, possibilities, indecision  killing me.
 And if you lend  helping hand, then I will follow willingly.
 
 Life is like a maze...when  flippin' through the pages.
 
 M-A-P T-H-E  M-A-Z-E, lose control.
 
 M-A-P T-H-E Soul
 
 [Tablo's Verse]
 Flip through fashion magazines,  a swag or lean.
 When nothing's goin' 'smooth', rub a little 
 Do an online, offline, frontline search. Either quench or confine your Columbine thirst.  you wanna fit in...
 and find a perfect 'match' to  your heart in flames. You wanna be a catch.
 Catch-22,  the flu, catchphrase.
 By any means necessary in this rat's 
 It's a black haze muddle, a rainy day 
 life is  wet ya, get ya in a muzzle.
 A struggle  survive, a huddle nine to five with no quarterback.
 Change? You won't even get a quarter 
 It's a murder fact, reality kills. Call your doctor now for your  pills.
 Chill, but still worry...  bug's goin' around.
 Cuz life  like your homie, it's 'holdin' u down'.
 
 
 Life is like a maze...  I'm flippin' through the pages.