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 M-A-P  Soul, M-A-Z-E, lose control.
 
 M-A-Z-E, my life is 
 
 [Dumbfoundead's Verse]
  blind mice as we're lost in the maze route, lookin' for the easiest possible way out.
 Day in and day out, you run into a closed road. Turning  old folk, chasing after rose gold.
 What they don't know is that it belongs to  fool.
 Choosing wants over needs, singing  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 man  serve mankind,
 at the same time avoiding all of Earth's 
 You  in it and you blow up,
  exit or you grow up, or get locked up.
 The  catch ya eating donuts.
  I'd rather rhyme bars than sit behind bars.
 How can a prison cell contain this shining bright 
 They  no idea what I could do in a minute's time.
 Break down the walls of the maze and  through the finish line.
 
 Life  like a maze...when I'm flippin' through the pages.
 
 
 [Myk's Verse]
 It's  definition black and white.
 Is  digital, analog, wack or tight?
 It's stressful wishing sacrifice, and the list  on. It's the facts of life.
 East coast  west coast slang.
 Peace we'll  get if shit don't change.
  you play with the majors or go independent?
 Gotta  paid but I'm broke like a peasant.
 Love, sex, greed,  What's next?
 Need directions.  nobody left to follow.
 Wallow in my sorrow for a  tomorrow.
 Life is like a maze, try to keep track of the days that  us from place to place.
 Awaken and face-to-face.
 Too many choices, possibilities, indecision is killing 
 And if you lend a helping hand,  I will follow willingly.
 
 Life is  a maze...when I'm flippin' through the pages.
 
 M-A-P T-H-E Soul,  lose control.
 
 M-A-P T-H-E Soul
 
 [Tablo's Verse]
 Flip through fashion magazines, cop  swag or lean.
 When nothing's goin' 'smooth', rub  little vaseline.
 Do an online, offline, frontline search. Either quench or confine your Columbine thirst. Cuz you  fit in...
 and find a perfect 'match' to set your heart in flames.  wanna be a catch.
 Catch-22, catch the  catchphrase.
 By any means necessary  this rat's maze.
 It's a black haze muddle, a rainy  puddle...
 life is gonna wet ya, get ya  a muzzle.
 A struggle to survive,  huddle nine to five with no quarterback.
 Change? You won't  get a quarter back.
 It's a murder fact,  kills. Call your doctor now for your reality pills.
 Chill, but still worry... a bug's goin' 
 Cuz life is like your homie,  'holdin' u down'.
 
 
 Life is like a maze... when I'm  through the pages.