Immortal Technique - The Devil's Maze lyrics

[Verse 1 – CF] I'm in Manhattan's ma** 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 soph*more 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 [Chorus – Immortal Technique] Freedom isn't free, n***a, it comes with a price And what the f** good is money when you pay with your life? n***as call in God's name when you don't wanna die But never said a f**ing word while you was alive Success isn't free, n***a, it comes with a price And what the f** good is money when you pay with your life? n***as call in God's name when you fall from the top But never said a f**ing word before making it drop [Verse 2 – CF] 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 pa**ion, dashin'. So f** it, I'm blastin' ba*tards Showed up with my faction, foulest. Cold-blooded a**a**ins rappin' They wanna k** 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 Pero no somos [nosotros?] tonto. Nosotros machetero 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' It's a homicide, let the [limelight?] that Maserati you whippin' 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 [Chorus – Immortal Technique] Freedom isn't free, n***a, it comes with a price And what the f** good is money when you pay with your life? n***as call in God's name when you don't wanna die But never said a f**ing word while you was alive Success isn't free, n***a, it comes with a price And what the f** good is money when you pay with your life? n***as call in God's name when you fall from the top But never said a f**ing word before making it drop