His debut, 1994's Underground Vibes, was released on the tiny French label Street Jazz and was followed by a live recording for the Inflammable imprint (one of only a few "live" recordings in a genre so reliant on the temporal concessions of the recording studio). Dubbed Underground Live, the album featured performed extrapolations of many of the tracks from his debut, as well as a few new and improvised tracks. Now nearly impossible to find, those first two albums were reissued in America by Shadow Records, packaged together as the single-CD priced Mad Blunted Jazz (particularly useful since acquiring both on import could run more than 50 dollars!).
Although Cam's music has found little acceptance in his home country, audiences in the U.K., Japan, and America have begun picking up on his style. In 1996 Cam was featured on, among many others, the sprawling Mo'Wax compilation Headz 2, remixed tracks for such artists as Tek 9 and la Funk Mob, and most recently collaborated on live and in-studio projects with Snooze and DJ Krush (he co-wrote a few tracks on the latter's 1997 Mo'Wax release, Mi Sound). Cam released Substances on Inflammable in 1997. The next year, his major-label debut, The Beat Assassinated, appeared on Columbia Records. In 2000, he released a three-volume series named The Loa Project. Cam dropped HoneyMoon, a smooth mix album that combined jazz and underground hip hop, at the close of 2001.
Dieu Reconnaltra Les Siens
DJ Cam Lyrics
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Thug niggaz be on point and game tight
Thug niggaz be on point and game tight
Thug niggaz be on point and game tight
Thug niggaz be on point and game tight
Soon as I get here niggaz wanna wrap the roc up
Nah, backslash wrap the rocks up, gats, back the block up
Cop killers, clap at coppers, blast at choppers
Fuck listen, don't ever mention dash or hoffa
It's a Harlem thing dog, you'll clash with mobsters, remember me?
Got jumped on TNT, next week, back punked TNT
All my niggaz got M-16's kid and all we do is watch MTV cribs
Learn not to in fury the victim
Purely stick 'em, break down your security system
Tell 'em, stop fuckin', you was never a menace
Never a hustla, no, we could never do business
Business is business
Money is money
Hustle is hustle, stupid is stupid
You da dumbest of dummies
Leave me alone, let me just live my life, ah
Just leave me alone, leave me alone
Let me just live my life ah
That's the sound of the police
All I do every day dog, blunt after blunt
Stunt after stunt, they all cunt after cunt
Like that I'm shiesty, look at his shoes, like my Nike's
Know I got a girl, like my wifey, like that I'm rude
Come here, let me pick with your chest, dick on your breast
All they say that nigga's a mess
You heard me fam? All worthy of this, dirty man
Take it in your ass? How about thirty grams ma'?
Go upstate, come back downstate, next time around me
You might get a pound cake
Fuck it up, she understand that I might slap her
I'll be damned if I work for some white cracker
White batter, prize in the pack, fiends hug it
If they love it, call it cracker jacks, killa
Where the crack is at, watch me get dem dice
Throw 'em hard, let me live my life, killa
Leave me alone, let me just live my life
Just leave me alone, leave me alone
Let me just live my life
That's the sound of the police
Fuck this life as a rap star, you dealing with crack gods
Cookin' the crack hard, lead the crack jars
All of the chips, the crib with the backyard
Pull out the gat, pa or block a black car
And I'm scary with the 5th, compare me to a gift
Yellow diamonds, ganerrie on my wrist, just juice
Get wet up and waive, that'll be the day, killa cam
Mess up some yay shit
Thug niggaz be on point
And game tight, cop a brick, and re-up in the same night
And it get that trife, I flick that knife, dog eat dog
Let me live my life, killa
Leave me alone, let me just live my life
Just leave me alone, leave me alone
Let me just live my life
That's the sound of the police
The block is hot, niggaz tell me to kill it
Knowin' when I get out they gon' feel it
Witness the realest
Killa, killa
The song "Dieu Reconnaitra les Siens" by DJ Cam features lyrics that are focused on the harsh and violent realities of life in the hood. The verses describe a world where individuals are judged based on their ability to protect themselves and their ability to hustle for money. The use of the french phrase in the title, which translates to "God will recognize his own" adds a layer of complexity to the lyrics.
The song starts by describing the toughness of the "thug niggas" who are always "on point and game tight." The singer then describes the violence that occurs in their community stating that "cop killers, clap at coppers, blast at choppers," and that they always have their "gats" ready. Despite this, the singer advocates for letting people live their own lives stating "Leave me alone, let me just live my life, ah."
Throughout the song, there are references to life as a hustler and the ways in which violence and drug use are a part of that lifestyle. The singer talks about his ability to re-up on drugs and turn a profit, but also acknowledges the dangers of this lifestyle. In the final verse, the singer acknowledges that he has been told to "kill it" but knows that his message will still be felt when he is gone.
Overall, the lyrics of "Dieu Reconnaitra les Siens" paint a picture of a violent and dangerous world where people are judged by their ability to protect themselves and make money. The singer advocates for individual autonomy and the right to live life on one's own terms, even in the face of danger and adversity.
Line by Line Meaning
Thug niggaz be on point and game tight
There are dangerous people who are skilled and vigilant in this environment
Soon as I get here niggaz wanna wrap the roc up
As soon as I arrive, people want to secure the drugs
Cop killers, clap at coppers, blast at choppers
There are individuals who will harm law enforcement and shoot at helicopters
Fuck listen, don't ever mention dash or hoffa
Do not bring up certain names in conversation, listen poorly
It's a Harlem thing dog, you'll clash with mobsters, remember me?
This is a unique environment, and you will have conflicts with organized criminals, don't forget my warning
Got jumped on TNT, next week, back punked TNT
I was attacked on TNT and then came back to dominate TNT
All my niggaz got M-16's kid and all we do is watch MTV cribs
All of my associates possess M-16 guns, and we only watch MTV reality shows about fancy homes
Learn not to in fury the victim
Avoid making someone angry enough to take revenge
Purely stick 'em, break down your security system
Unfettered attack, destroy the measures you have taken to protect yourself
Tell 'em, stop fuckin', you was never a menace
Inform them to cease acting tough, they have never been a real threat
Never a hustla, no, we could never do business
They have never been a successful entrepreneur, we could not collaborate
Business is business
Money making is a serious matter
Money is money
Money is synonymous with cash, assets, and securities
Hustle is hustle, stupid is stupid
Work hard and diligently, do not be foolish
You da dumbest of dummies
You are the most foolish and unintelligent
Leave me alone, let me just live my life, ah
Stop bothering me, allow me to exist in peace
That's the sound of the police
The loud noise is the sound of the police
All I do every day dog, blunt after blunt
Each day all I do is smoke marijuana cigarettes one after the other
Stunt after stunt, they all cunt after cunt
Showing off constantly, they are all awful people
Like that I'm shiesty, look at his shoes, like my Nike's
It is clear that I am dishonest since I admire the style of my athletic shoes
Know I got a girl, like my wifey, like that I'm rude
I have a girlfriend close to my heart, but I am still a rude person
Come here, let me pick with your chest, dick on your breast
Approach me, let me harass you sexually
All they say that nigga's a mess
Everyone claims I am a disorderly person
You heard me fam? All worthy of this, dirty man
Did you hear me? All of this is deserved, I am a dishonorable man
Take it in your ass? How about thirty grams ma'?
Do you want me to take advantage of you sexually? How about I give you thirty grams of cocaine instead?
Go upstate, come back downstate, next time around me
Travel to another region, then return and contact me next time you are around
You might get a pound cake
I might give you a large quantity of illegal drugs
Fuck it up, she understand that I might slap her
Someone may upset me, but she knows I would hit her if she did
I'll be damned if I work for some white cracker
I refuse to labor for a Caucasian oppressor
White batter, prize in the pack, fiends hug it
High purity cocaine - valued by users - is present in the shipment
If they love it, call it cracker jacks, killa
If they enjoy the product, refer to it as cracker jacks, killer
Where the crack is at, watch me get dem dice
Where the drugs are located, observe me play games of chance
Throw 'em hard, let me live my life, killa
Toss the dice violently, let me exist as I please, murderer
The block is hot, niggaz tell me to kill it
The area is dangerous, people urge me to act as a criminal
Knowin' when I get out they gon' feel it
Aware that when I depart from this situation, they will experience the consequences of my actions
Witness the realest
Observe the most genuine and authentic
Killa, killa
A killer, a killer
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Written by: LAURENT DAUMAIL
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