Yeah... Outlaw Immortalz...

I see dead homies in the reflection of this bottle, you feel me?

Some things you just can't bury, even six feet deep.

Detroit, I see you in the smoke...

(Verse 1 — 2Pac)

Picture me rollin' in a '64, but the chrome is rusted, the paint is faded

This concrete jungle got my soul incarcerated, mentally jaded

They tell me "Pac, keep your head up," but the system's designed to keep us down

Mama's cryin' in the kitchen, prayin' to God that her son ain't in the ground

I write with the blood of a martyr, every line is a loaded gun

They wanna see me hung for the truth that I brung to the slum

I'm a ghost in the machine, a prophet with a felony sheet

Walkin' these streets where the wolves and the sheep about to meet

I see the cycle, the violence, the sirens, the silence of the dead

Puttin' messages in bottles, hopin' someone reads what I said

Before the red dot finds my temple, before the final ride

I'ma spit this revolution 'til the day I die, with nothin' to hide

(Chorus — Both, 2Pac starts, Eminem echoes)