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 M-A-P T-H-E  M-A-Z-E, lose control.
 
 M-A-Z-E,  life is amazin'
 
 [Dumbfoundead's Verse]
 Three blind mice  we're lost in the maze route, lookin' for the easiest possible way out.
  in and day out, you run into a closed road. Turning into old folk, chasing after rose gold.
 What they don't know  that it belongs to a fool.
 Choosing  over needs, singing songs of a mule.
 Carrying their burdens when you barely know  person,
 and that is  difference between a pharaoh and a servant.
 I choose to serve no  but serve mankind,
 at the same time avoiding all of  landmines.
 You  in it and you blow up,
 you exit or you grow up,  get locked up.
 The pigs catch  eating donuts.
 But  rather rhyme bars than sit behind bars.
  can a prison cell contain this shining bright star.
 They have no idea what I could  in a minute's time.
 Break down  walls of the maze and run through the finish line.
 
 Life is like a maze...when I'm  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 the  of life.
 East  ettiquite, west coast slang.
 Peace we'll never get  shit don't change.
 Do you play with the majors or  independent?
  stay paid but I'm broke like a peasant.
 Love, sex, greed, addictions. What's 
  directions. There's nobody left to follow.
 Wallow in  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  possibilities, indecision is killing me.
 And if you lend a helping hand,  I will follow willingly.
 
 Life is like a maze...when I'm flippin' through  pages.
 
 M-A-P T-H-E Soul, M-A-Z-E, lose 
 
 M-A-P T-H-E Soul
 
 [Tablo's Verse]
 Flip through fashion magazines, cop a swag  lean.
 When nothing's goin' 'smooth',  a little vaseline.
 Do an online, offline, frontline search. Either quench or confine your Columbine thirst. Cuz  wanna fit in...
 and find  perfect 'match' to set your heart in flames. You wanna be a catch.
  catch the flu, catchphrase.
 By  means necessary in this rat's maze.
 It's a black haze muddle, a rainy  puddle...
 life is gonna wet  get ya in a muzzle.
 A struggle  survive, a huddle nine to five with no quarterback.
  You won't even get a quarter back.
 It's a murder fact, reality kills. Call your  now for your reality pills.
  but still worry... a bug's goin' around.
 Cuz life is like your  it's 'holdin' u down'.
 
 
 Life is like a maze... when I'm flippin' through  pages.