Куплет 1 — 2Pac

Check the date, it's twenty-six, the world done lost its mind,

We traded global warming for the fire on the front lines.

The screens are full of static, the truth is gettin' censored,

While the leaders playin' chess, and we the pawns that get dismembered.

I see the borders closin', I see the fear in every eye,

Another drone strike on the school, another innocent goodbye.

They talkin' 'bout the sanctions, talkin' 'bout the oil and gas,

While the kids in bunkers learnin' how to run from snipers fast.

The internet is splittin', the firewalls are gettin' taller,

Truth is gettin' buried underneath the propaganda scholar.

Mama's in the kitchen, prayin' to the silent sky,

Hopin' that the missile don't come visit by and by.

We livin' in the matrix, but the code is full of bugs,

And the only thing that's viral is the red rain and the thugs.

Куплет 2 — Eminem

Yo!

Hold up, Pac! You call this livin'? This is digital submission!

World War Three is trendin', but it's just a television mission!