[Verse 1 – CF]
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
[Chorus – Immortal Technique]
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
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
[Chorus – Immortal Technique]
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
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