Live & rare Sony / Epic Enregistré aux studios Cole Rehearsal, Californie Produit par Rage Against The Machine et Brendan O'Brien. 01. Bullet in the Head (Live) 02. Settle for Nothing (Live) 03. Bombtrack (Live) 04. Take the Power Back (Live) 05. Freedom (Live) 06. Intro (Black Steel in the Hour of Chaos) (Live) 07. Zapata’s Blood (Live) 08. Without a Face (Live) 09. Hadda be Playing on the Jukebox (Live) 10. Fuck Tha Police (Live) 11. Darkness 12. Clear the Lane -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 01. Bullet in the Head (Live) This time the bullet cold rocked ya A yellow ribbon, in stead of a swastika Nothing proper about your propaganda Fools follow rules when the set commands ya Said its was blue when the blood was red Thats how ya got that bullet blasted through your head Blasted through your head Blasted through your head I give a shout out to the living dead who stood and watched as the feds cold centralized so serene on the screen you was mesmerized cellular phone sounding a death tone corporations cold turn ya to stone before you realize They load the clip in omnicolor they pack the nine and fire it at primetime sleeping gas every home was like Alcatraz And motherfuckers lost their mind Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump you say how high Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump you say how high Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump you say how high Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump you say how high They load the clip in omnicolor they pack the nine and fire it at primetime sleeping gas every home was like Alcatraz And motherfuckers lost their mind No escape from the mass mind rape Play it again jack and then rewind the tape and then play it again and again and again until your mind is locked in believing all the lies that they're telling ya buying all the products that they're selling ya They say jump and you say how high you're braindead you got a fucking bullet in your head Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump you say how high Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump you say how high Ya standing in line believing the lies ya bowing down to the flag ya got a bullet in yer head Ya standing in line believing the lies ya bowing down to the flag ya got a bullet in yer head A bullet in your head (x15) You got a bullet in your fucking head ! -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 02. Settle for Nothing (Live) A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home Hatred passed on and passed on and passed on A world of violent rage But its one that I can recognize Having never seen the color of my father's eyes. Yes, I dwell in hell but its a hell that I can grip I tried to grip my family but I slipped To escape from the pain and an existence mundane I got a 9, a sign, a set and now I got a name Read my writing on the wall noone's there to catch me when I fall But death is on my side suicide A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home Hatred passed on and passed on and passed on A world of violent rage But its one that I can recognize Having never seen the color of my father's eyes. Yes, I dwell in hell but its a hell that I can grip I tried to grip my family but I slipped To escape from the pain and an existence mundane I got a 9, a sign, a set and now I got a name Read my writing on the wall noone's there to catch me when I fall caught between my culture and the system genocide Read my writing on the wall noone's there to catch me when I fall If ignorance is bliss then knock the smile of my face yeah If we don't take action now we'll settle for nothing later We'll settle for nothing now And we'll settle for nothing later If we don't take action now we'll settle for nothing later We'll settle for nothing now And we'll settle for nothing later If we don't take action now we'll settle for nothing later We'll settle for nothing now And we'll settle for nothing later If we don't take action now we'll settle for nothing later We'll settle for nothing now And we'll settle for nothing later -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 03. Bombtrack (Live) Hey, yo, its just another bombtrack! Hey, yo, its just another bombtrack! It goes a 1. 2. 3 its just another bombtrack And suckers be thinkin' that they can fade this But I'ma drop it at a higher level Cause I'm inclined to stoop down and hand out some beatdowns cold run a train on dumb punks who think they run the game Cause I learned to burn that bridge and delete those who compete on a level thats obsolete Instead I warm my hands upon the flames of the flag As I recall the downfall and the buisnesses that burned us all See through the news and abuse that twists reality Enough I call the bluff fuck manifest destiny landlords and power whores all my people they took turns dispute the suits I ignite and then watch 'em burn! with the thoughts of a militant mind hardline, hardline after hardline Landlords and power whores all my people they took turns Dispute the suits I ignite and then watch 'em burn! Burn, Burn, yes ya gonna burn! (x4) It goes a 1, 2, 3 another funky radical bombtrack, started as a sketch in my notebook and now dope hooks make punks take another look My thoughts ya hear and you begin to fear That your card will get pulled if you interfere With thoughts of a militant, militant mind Hardline, hardline after hardline Landlords and power whores all my people they took turns Dispute the suits I ignite and then watch 'em burn! Burn, Burn, yes ya gonna burn! (x4) -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 04. Take the Power Back (Live) In the right light study becomes insight but the system that ditched us teaches us to read and write so called facts are fraud they want us to aledge and pledge and bow down to their god lost the culture. The culture lost Spun our minds and through time ignorance has taken over yo, we gotta take the power back Bam. Here's the plan motherfuck Uncle Sam step back I know who I am Raise up your ear I'll drop the style and clear Its the beats and the lyrics they fear The rage is relentless we need to move with the quickness You are the witness of change And to counter act we gotta take the power back! We gotta take the power back! We gotta take the power back! The present curriculum I put my fist in 'em! Eurocentric every last one of 'em See right through their red, white and blue disguise With lecture I puncture the structure if lies Doping our minds and attempting to hold us back We got to take it back Holes in our spirits causing tears and fears One-sided stories for years and years and years I'm inferior? Who's inferior? Yeah, we need to check the interior of a system who cares about only one culture And that is why we gotta take the power back! We gotta take the power back! We gotta take the power back! The teacher stands in front of his class But the lesson plan he can't recall The stundents eyes don't percieve the lies bouncing of every fucking wall His composure is well kept I guess he fears for playing the fool The complacent students sit and listen to the bullshit he learned in school! Europe ain't my rope to swing on Can't learn a thing from it Yet we hang from it! Gotta get it, gotta get it together then Like the motherfucking weathermen Expose and close the doors on those who try to strangle and mangle the truth Cause the circle of hatred continues unless we react We gotta take the power back! We gotta take the power back! We gotta take the power back! No more lies (x8) Take it back ya'll Take it back, take it back, take it back ya'll. Come on Take it back ya'll Take it back, take it back, take it back ya'll. Come on -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 05. Freedom (Live) Solo. I'm a soloist on a sololist all live, never on a floppy disk inca, inca, bottle of ink paitings of rebellion drawn upon the thoughts I think It's set up like a deck of cards they're sending us to early graves for all the diamonds they'll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades With poetry I paint the pictures that hit more like the murals that fit don't turn away get in front of it Brotha, did you forget your name did ya lose it on the wall playin' tic tac toe yo, check the diagonal, three brothers gone, come on doesn't that make it three in a row? Anger is a gift Sista, did you forget your name did ya loose it on the wall playin' tic tac toe yo, check the diagonal, three million gone, come on 'cause you know they're counting backwards to zero Enviroment the enviroment exceeding on the level of our unconsciousness for example what does the billboard say? come and play, come and play forget about the movement Anger is a gift Freedom yeah freedom yeah, right freedom yeeeeah freedom yeah freedom yeah, right freedom yeah freedom yeah, right -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 06. Intro (Black Steel in the Hour of Chaos) (Live) -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 07. Zapata’s Blood (Live) zapata's blood wasn't spilled in vain like they deserve was it build to fame so now yuo're pullin' the moves pullin' the moves pullin' the moves we 'll wage,we 'll wage,we 'll wage war to replace our name zapata's blood wasn't spilled in vain some guys got blurred so now you're pullin' the moves,pullin' the moves,pullin' the moves we'll wage,we'll wage,we'll wage war to replace our name on january 1st,1994 the intention father of southern mexico declared war on an unjust and illigimate governement out of the debt of the most wild,the most wrong we must junk arms brother for democratie,justice and liberty and it won't stop until that 65 year old dictatorship the Martino revolutionary is buried in the ground and the people's voice is heard once again to check it out on january 1st '94 they became known as the Suffer Peace Movement and they have a saying and i want you all to sing along with me real quick it goes something like this it goes,everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves sing that shit! everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 08. Without a Face (Live) I got no card so I got no soul life is prison, no parole, no control The jura got my number on a wire tab 'cause I jack for simillac. Fuck a cadillac To survive one motive no hope 'cause every sidewalk I walk feels like a tightrope Yes I know my deadline, sire its when my life expires, so I'm sending letters south under the barb wire The mother of my child will lose her mind at my grave It's my life for their life so call it a free trade "Por vida" and my name upon the stall I took a death trip when I tried ta cross the white walls Walk unseen past the graves and the gates born without a face One motive no hope Born without a face Walk unseen past the graves and the gates born without a face One motive no hope Born without a face without a face Yeah, I tried ta look back to my past long lost A blood donor to the land owner holocaust Pops heart stopped, in came tha air drop, flooded the trench he couldn't shake tha toxic rock Maize was all we needed to sustain Now her golden skin burns, incectiside rain Ya down with DDT, yeah, You know me Rapped for the grapes, profit for the bourgeois War tape boomin', path is luminoso I'm headin' north like my name was Kid Cisco To survive, one motive no hope It's hard ta breathe with Wilson's hand around my throat Strangled and mangled another SS curtain call I took a death trip when I tried ta cross the white walls Walk unseen past the graves and the gates born without a face One motive no hope Born without a face Walk unseen past the graves and the gates born without a face One motive no hope Born without a face You say fortify, reaction, you divide You say fortify, reaction, reaction You say fortify, reaction, you divide You say fortify, reaction, reaction -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 09. Hadda be Playing on the Jukebox (Live) It had to be flashin' like the daily double It had to be playin' on TV It had to be loud mouthed on the comedy hour It had to be announced over loud speakers The CIA and Mafia are in cahoots It had to be said in old ladies' language It had to be said in American headlines Kennedy stretched and smiled and got double crossed by lowlife goons and agents Rich bankers with criminal connections Dope pushers in CIA working with dope pushers from Cuba working with a big time syndicate from Tampa, Florida And it had to be said with a big mouth It had to be moaned over factory foghorns It had to be chattered on car radio news broadcasts It had to be screamed in the kitchen It had to be yelled in the basement where uncles were fighting It had to be howled on the streets by newsboys to bus conductors It had to be foghorned into New York harbor It had to echo onto hard hats It had to turn up the volume in university ballrooms It had to be written in library books, footnoted It had to be in the headlines of the Times and the mind It had to be barked on TV It had to be heard in alleys through ballroom doors It had to be played on wire services It had to be bells ringing Comedians stopped dead in the middle of a joke in Las Vegas It had to be FBI chief J. Edgar Hoover and Frank Costello syndicate mouthpiece meeting in Central Park, New York weekends, reported Time magazine It had to be the Mafia and the CIA together starting war on Cuba, Bay of Pigs and poison assassination headlines It had to be dope cops in the Mafia Who sold all their heroin in America It had to be the FBI and organized crime working together in cahoots against the commies It had to be ringing on multinational cash registers World-wide laundry for organized criminal money It had to be the CIA and the Mafia and the FBI together They were bigger than Nixon And they were bigger that war It had to be a large room full of murder It had to be a mounted ass- a solid mass of rage A red hot pen A scream in the back of the throat It had to be a kid that can breathe It had to be in Rockefellers' mouth It had to be central intelligence, the family, allofthis, the agency Mafia It had to be organized crime One big set of gangs working together in cahoots Hitmen Murderers everywhere The secret The drunk The brutal The dirty rich On top of a slag heap of prisons Industrial cancer Plutonium smog Garbage cities Grandmas' bed soft from fathers' resentment It had to be the rulers They wanted law and order And they got rich on wanting protection for the status quo They wanted junkies They wanted Attica They wanted Kent State They wanted war in Indochina It had to be the CIA and the Mafia and the FBI Multinational capitalists Strong armed squads Private detective agencies for the rich And their armies and navies and their air force bombing planes It had to be capitalism The vortex of this rage This competition Man to man The horses head in a capitalists' bed The Cuban turf It rumbles in hitmen And gang wars across oceans Bombing Cambodia settled the score when Soviet pilots manned Egyptian fighter planes Chiles' red democracy Bumped off with White House pots and pans A warning to Mediterranean governments The secret police have been embraced for decades The NKPD and CIA keep each other's secrets The OGBU and DIA never hit their own The KGB and the FBI are one mind Brute force and full of money Brute force, world-wide, and full of money Brute force, world-wide, and full of money Brute force, world-wide, and full of money Brute force, world-wide, and full of money It had to be rich and it had to be powerful They had to murder in Indonesia 500000 They had to murder in Indochina 2000000 They had to murder in Czechoslovakia They had to murder in Chile They had to murder in Russia And they had to murder in America -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 10. Fuck Tha Police (Live) Good Evening, We want to just quickly send a nice friendly message to uh, Fraternal Order of Police in Philadelphia. Here's something nice and friendly, Here's something nice and friendly, Here's something nice and friendly, and it goes something like this. Fuck tha police, Comin straight from the underground. Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown, And not the other color so police think, They have the authority to kill a minority. Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one, For a punk mutha fucka with a badge and a gun, To be beatin on, and throwin in jail. We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell. Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager, With a little bit of gold and a pager. Searchin my car, lookin for the product. Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics. You'd rather see me in the pen, Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo. Beat tha police outta shape, And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape, To mark off the scene of the slaughter. No controller, bread and water. A young nigga on a warpath, And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath, Of cops, dyin in L. A. Yo, I got somethin to say. Fuck the police, Comon! Off, What? Fuck the police, Yeah! Comon! Fuck tha police, Yeah. Fuck The police, Comin straight from the underground. Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown, And not the other color so police think, They have the authority to kill a minority. Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one, For a punk mutha fucka with a badge and a gun, To be beatin on, and throwin in jail. We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell. Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager, With a little bit of gold and a pager. Searchin my car, lookin for the product. Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics. You'd rather see me in the pen, Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo. Beat tha police outta shape, And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape, To mark off the scene of the slaughter. No controller, bread and water. I don't know if they fags or what, Search a nigga down and grabbin in the nuts. And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none. But don't let it be a black and a white one. Cuz they slam ya down to the street top, Black police showin out for the white cop. Yeah, my brothas will swarm, On any mutha fucka in a blue uniform. Just cuz we in Washington D.C, punk police are afraid of me. Hey! Punk on a warpath, And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath, Of cops, dyin in L. A. Hey yo, We got somethin to say. Fuck the police, Comon, sing that shit, Right now, Comon! Comon! One more time, Here we go, here we go, Comon! One More, We gotta do it, right now, Yeah, Check it out. -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 11. Darkness Greed Causing innocent blood to flow Entire culture, lost in the overthrow They came to seize and take whatever they please Then all they gave back was death and disease My people were left with no choice but to decide To conform to a system, responsible for genocide Responsible for genocide Responsible for genocide... Spoken: 'AIDS is killing the entire African nation And a vaccine is still supposedly under preparation But these governments they don't mind the procrastination They say "We'll kill them off, take their land and go there for vaction." My people's culture was strong, it was pure And if not for that white greed It would've endured My people were left with no choice but to decide To conform to a system Their minds enslaved Their souls encaged I feel the rage It's brutality can never be undone But the sun is not yet set The bass and drums and microphones a threat That's when ya investigate the crimes from the inside And see that they're responsible for genocide Responsible for genocide Responsible for genocide... Ya cram ya culture down my throat Say I'm inferior when I find I choke Ya fill my mind with a false sense of history And then you wonder why I have no identity? Well I'll strike a match and it'll catch and Spread the insight we need A tiny fire, burning bright Shedding light on the darkness of greed A yes yes y'all And ya don't stop Shedding light on the darkness of greed A yes yes y'all And ya don't stop Shedding light on the darkness of greed -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- 12. Clear the Lane Hey yo! Let me be front This is real and not a stunt I'm comin' to the forefront Shovel for the rapper and clear the lane 'Cos this jam is like a tomahawk chop Teach ya I'll never stop droppin' topics Vocal power? (a)yes I got it On central but their trying to clamp it down Flag was waving the wrong way so I shot it...down! Get down, and at the same time... Come up...down! This is a crime that shut us up I don't give a fuck 'Cos the words and the thoughts still hit And like I said It's not a skit Jump another hit Yeah Ya know I don't need a drum kit Make 'em say awwww shit! The rebellion is true and legit Down! Get down!...and clear the lane Down! Get down!...and clear the lane Down! Get down!...and clear the land Down! Get down!...yeah! The rebel You'll never disable Defiance With the cards upon the table Pulling cards Keep the governements in check Yo! I think we need a new deck Never could trust a phillabusta' The mic is like a fist and it'll bust ya With words cold hittin' with the underground And now you're checkin' out the new sound Live hit A live pop Live rock And ya don't stop It goes on and on and on Who's a threat? C'mon, the war is on! Down! Get down!...and clear the lane Down! Get down!...and clear the lane Down! Get down!...and clear the lane Down! Get down!...and clear the lane (guitar solo) Start droppin' Our words are never safe Fighting myself 'Till I'm where I gotta be I challange, don't sweat it Now don't you forget it Check me? What? Wait You better slow down! Realize I can't confine my rhyme to a beat I need cash so when I'm cool I'm never ever weak Places are fluid and diluted and complete Check me once, calm down and take a seat Strip the chains the freedom's there but then it's gone! Ugh...clear the lane Ugh...clear the lane Ugh...clear the lane Ugh...clear the lane Defiance Rippin' up the south set Every time I'm grippin' the mic it is a sound threat Resist against the suckers that bring the bass in Timmy C Bring that bass in! Ugh...clear the lane Ugh...clear the lane Ugh...clear the lane Ugh...clear the lane