Immortal Technique, Constant Flow - The Devil’s Maze lyrics

I’m in Manhattan’s mass transit
Underground, can’t panic
Being chased through the maze like phantasm
A lab rat in this Pan’s Labyrinth
I made it to the end but
They won’t let me in
So I’m breaking the pin of they door hinges
A puss? I put these door
Hinges in your four inches
It’s a forced entrance
Now walk into these war
Trenches with poor victims, a corpse in ‘em
Deform infants with autism, man
Morticians are tormented
This starving artist with stomach pains
These hunger games ain’t no audition
Freddy Krueger with his jaw missing
Edgar Hoover go cross-dressing
It’s more prison they don’t
Wanna let us free
So I’m fightin’ for my people
See my life through the eyes of this
Keyhole could’ve got it locked like Heathrow
Like Ghazans dropped in a Warsaw Ghetto with
A sawed-off that’ll ward off devils
Whether freshmen or a sophomore level
We born as rebels with a score to settle
Son, you better watch for
The obstacle course
They don’t wanna stop no probable cause
Just another plot psychological war but I
Call shots like a Mafia boss
Tropical storms, levies break in
This metal cage, we Meso slaves
So we elevate this devil’s maze
‘til it’s heaven’s gate, then we get away

Freedom isn’t free, nigga
It comes with a price
And what the fuck good is money
When you pay with your life?
Niggas call in God’s name when
You don’t wanna die
But never said a fucking word
While you was alive
Success isn’t free, nigga
It comes with a price
And what the fuck good is money
When you pay with your life?
Niggas call in God’s name when
You fall from the top
But never said a fucking word
Before making it drop

My soul trapped in that
Contract Ghostbuster contraption
Cast your Sony building like 9
11, get blown up the same fashion, crashin’
No love for my passion, dashin’ so fuck it
I’m blastin’ bastards
Showed up with my faction
Foulest cold-blooded assassins rappin’
They wanna kill us
Only could the realest people feel us
And our will will outlast ‘em
Sort of like Cloud Atlas
These rap heads is half-dead
Kevorkian's malpractice from California
To Arizona these border towns that ax us
They calling us brown fascists

Hasta lo rico, lo pobre, lo callejero
On a kamikaze-like mission
No paparazzi, who’s flicking?
That’s CIA, MK-Ultra if you pop a molly
You snitchin’ we not alike and if
My copyrights’ll go missin’

Woke up in that new Bugatti
But they slept on that Illuminati
They gettin’ paid, forever slaves
And they resting place is this devil’s maze

Freedom isn’t free, nigga
It comes with a price
And what the fuck good is money
When you pay with your life?
Niggas call in God’s name when
You don’t wanna die
But never said a fucking word
While you was alive
Success isn’t free, nigga
It comes with a price
And what the fuck good is money
When you pay with your life?
Niggas call in God’s name when
You fall from the top
But never said a fucking word
Before making it drop