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 reconnaitra 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 Sirens" by DJ Cam starts with the repeating line "Thug niggaz be on point and game tight" that sets the tone of the song - one of defiance and streetwise bravado. The song is an ode to living life on your terms, even when that means being surrounded by danger, crime, and police scrutiny. The lyrics boast of guns, drugs, and violence, with mentions of cop-killing, security breaking, and crack dealing, among others. But underlying this tough talk is a plea to just let the rapper live his life and thrive in his environment, even if it means doing things that society deems illegal or immoral.
The repeated line "Leave me alone, let me just live my life" is a mantra that encapsulates this sentiment, with the sound of police sirens adding a haunting counterpoint to this plea. The song is not glorifying or condoning criminal behavior, but rather presenting it as a stark reality for many people who grow up in impoverished or crime-ridden neighborhoods. The title of the song is a reference to a French saying that translates to "God will recognize the sirens", meaning that people who live in danger and chaos are not always to blame for their circumstances, and that they should be given a chance to prove themselves worthy of redemption.
Line by Line Meaning
Thug niggaz be on point and game tight
There are individuals who live a perilous life and are always alert and strategic to not get caught.
Soon as I get here niggaz wanna wrap the roc up
The moment I enter the room, some people quickly attempt to hide or secure their narcotics and weapons.
All my niggaz got M-16's kid and all we do is watch MTV cribs
My associates and I possess assault rifles, but we choose to watch television programs about the lavish lifestyles of others.
Leave me alone, let me just live my life
Allow me to exist without any interference or unwanted intrusions.
That's the sound of the police
The sirens and commotion from law enforcement can be heard nearby.
Fuck this life as a rap star, you dealing with crack gods
Being a famous musician produces its own set of troubles, but operating with drug dealers is another level entirely.
And it get that trife, I flick that knife, dog eat dog
If things become too chaotic and hazardous, I am prepared to use a knife, as it's every man for himself in this dangerous world.
The block is hot, niggaz tell me to kill it
The streets are ablaze with illegal activities, and some acquaintances encourage me to excel in this harsh environment.
Killa, killa
A nickname derived from my ability to survive in deadly settings.
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Written by: LAURENT DAUMAIL
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@TemisanAdoki
An absolutely beautiful track....one of my favorites.
@claudeleget7055
Me too
@nadinekuti2738
This track is beautiful - takes me back to my younger days
@gravespt
come on people, its impossible not to like this. you can say that its not one of the best things youve heard, but you cant say that its not good, its fucking magic...
@borisblade564
a masterpiece
@jejaigor
Timeless masterpiece.
@rawdiesel1
One of the songs that drove me to learn to scratch. I was like, I have to do that. I have to. F'n live this song. Full on influence in my life.
@ArielCardeal
Manda um salve todo aquele que começou a cantar "Minha intenção é ruim, esvazia o lugar" a partir de 2:00
Salve Capítulo 4, Versículo 3 dos @racionaismcs!
@Abooth03
One of my favorite songs ever.
@N0rthsideDonutz
2:09 One of the fattest beat drops. It's subtle and so restrained. CLASSIC.