Kam (female singer):
Kam was born in Brooklyn, New York City on October 11th,1990 and then later moving to Charlotte, North Carolina in 2000. KAM is a descendent of Jamaican and Chinese ancestry. Her father, Lone Ranger, is a reggae recording artist (Deejay) in Kingston, Jamaican who recorded over 9 albums between the 70’s & 80’s. Although her father was the star of the family, she learned most of her musical influence from her mother who carried an amazing voice and passed down great influences of music.
Growing up, KAM never really had a home. She bounced from home to home since she was 5 years old; in and out of the care from her mother, relatives, group homes, and foster care. During high school, she began a deep depression, and being that she couldn’t keep any attachments to sports or extra curricular activities, she discovered a stronger passion for music. Music was something she could hold on to eternally, and nothing unstable could keep her from it.
Growing up some of KAM’s musical inspiration came from the majority of artist in her childhood era. Artist like Aaliyah, Beyonce, Shabba Ranks, Buju Banton, Beres Hammond, Tank, Tamia, Toni Braxton, Joe, TLC, Whitney Houston, Michael Jackson & Janet Jackson.
The message in her music is transparent, it conveys strength, pure love, dance and soulful relationships. KAM desires to share with the world to “Love what you do, always do what you love… because if you don’t you will never truly be happy.” She is simply an urban classy, sexy, sensual young educated woman - who’s love for people and music is evident.
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Kam (male rapper):
With his overt sociopolitical stance, somewhat rare for a West Coast rapper, Kam's angst-ridden brand of hardcore rap helped set the mark by which other socially-conscious emcees would be (and still are) judged.
Originally affiliated with Ice Cube, Kam's releases appeared sporadically, initially debuting on the Boyz N the Hood soundtrack, and then releasing his first solo album, Neva Again (1993, Atlantic). His powerful sophomore release, Made in America was released to critical acclaim in 1995, although a lack of commitment due to his political stance by his label at the time, East West Recordings, eventually led to his departure.
He took some time off in the late '90s to pursue other interests before returning in 2001 with his indie release Kamnesia, an ambitious album that found him further engaging street audiences with a slight club-friendly appeal to his insightful rhymes.
Now Kam finds himself aligned with Guerrilla Funk Recordings, arguably the musical home best suited for him, and a long overdue official pairing with Paris, whose political leanings mirror his own almost identically.
Every Single Weekend
Kam Lyrics
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[Kam]
The weekend?!
That shit ain't nothin but another two days
that niggaz act crazy on
Then it's gone, and everybody feel FUCKED UP THE ASS
cause they spent they last
on shit that they wouldn't get, no other days of the week
Been keepin the act up, for forty-eight hours
They weekend warriors, but weekday cowards (bustaz)
All of a sudden, everybody got so much heart
You know some shit gots to start
But believe you me, between now and then
a gang of motherfuckers lives gon' end
but yo, if they lucky they will know how to get away
Then they'll live to punk out another day
But am I wrong when I say that?
"Hell nah, cause the homies don't play that"
And y'all know, it's happenin "every single weekend"
"shit happens" "every single weekend"
"shit happens" "every single weekend"
"shit happens ev-ev-ery-day" -> Slick Rick
[Kam]
It's the same routine, every seven day period
The opposite sex, got us all doin weird shit
It's all about gettin credit, for bein that
hell of a nigga, and so you slang for the putang
Figure it out, cause see it's just for the skeezin
Ain't no other reason
And a season don't go by that niggaz don't show off
and break some laws so they can take some drawers home
Or straight perpetrate, all cause they learned wrong
Wearin beepers, that ain't even turned on
A fake Rolex, tryin to look like a star
A phony phone antenna on a rent-a-car
Wait, it don't stop with the men though
I know the same amount of hoes tradin ass for the indo
Tryin your best, but you can not fool me
into thickin that you rich, with no costume jewelry on
But it's happenin, "every single weekend"
"shit happens" "every single weekend"
"shit happens" "every single weekend"
"shit that happens ev-ev-ery-day" -> Slick Rick
[Kam]
Ten and two, fingertips on the steering wheel
Sittin on the phonebook, smellin like Clear-a-sil
A young boy's weekend on the Eastside
Caught the bus and came back with a G-ride
The little homies put the tank on E
So it's on one of y'all to rush another G
And now everybody knowin how he felt
Damn, here come one time, put on y'all seatbelt
Heart beatin so hard they shakin
If one-time pull us over nigga I'm breakin
cause they comin up fast in the rearview
So don't nobody'll look until the coast is clear too
They all on the ass like a tiger stalkin
y'all put on the grin, and pretend we all talkin
and, if he don't sweat the rest is simple
Everybody hit his ass up out the window
And, you know we doin it, "every single weekend"
"shit happens" "every single weekend"
"shit happens" "every single weekend"
"shit that happens ev-ev-ery-day" -> Slick Rick
[Kam]
Well this was strictly for the underground parties
who can relate, straight to all these events
The ones happenin, "every single weekend"
We all look alike, ain't nobody unique
when every little girl is a prostitute
And every nigga outside police gots to shoot
because here, if a nigga ain't rappin
then he must be affilaited, slangin or kidnappin
But he trapped in a stereotype of bullshit
a four-fifth, couldn't even save him from
And then you gave him a rope to hang with
Divide and conquer him with all this gang shit
So for the streets I'ma close like this:
Fuck y'all, all that can kiss my
skinny starvin po' short low-class
stressed out fraggedy ghetto ass
"Now what was I do.." "every single weekend"
"shit happens" "every single weekend"
"shit that happens ev-ev-ery-day" -> Slick Rick
"every single weekend"
"shit happens" "every single weekend"
"shit happens" "every single weekend"
"shit that happens ev-ev-ery-day" -> Slick Rick
"every single weekend" "everyday"
"every single weekend" "everyday"
"every single weekend" "everyday.. everyday.. everyday"
Kam's "Every Single Weekend" portrays the gritty reality of life for young people on the streets of Los Angeles during the mid-1990s. The song outlines the routine of how people act crazy every weekend, doing crazy things for two days and then feeling terrible about them later as they spend money that they don't have on things they don't need. Kam calls these people "weekend warriors" but "weekday cowards" because they only act tough during the weekends, but aren't brave enough to handle their responsibilities on weekdays. He points out the toxic aspects of having to prove oneself with material possessions and the cost of this faux lifestyle on their lives. Kam's "Every Single Weekend" is a cautionary tale for those living the fast life.
Line by Line Meaning
Whassup nigga? Whassup for the weekend nigga?
A casual greeting inquiring what the person is planning to do for the weekend.
That shit ain't nothin but another two days that niggaz act crazy on
The weekend is just another two days that people act crazy on.
Then it's gone, and everybody feel FUCKED UP THE ASS cause they spent they last on shit that they wouldn't get, no other days of the week
After the weekend ends, people feel bad because they spent all their money on things they wouldn't buy on any other day.
"Why is that?" Because they too damn cheap
People only buy certain things on the weekend because they are too cheap to buy them during the week.
Been keepin the act up, for forty-eight hours They weekend warriors, but weekday cowards (bustaz)
People pretend to be someone they're not on the weekend, but they're really cowards during the week.
All of a sudden, everybody got so much heart You know some shit gots to start But believe you me, between now and then a gang of motherfuckers lives gon' end
People act tough on the weekend, but this will lead to violence and someone will get hurt.
but yo, if they lucky they will know how to get away Then they'll live to punk out another day But am I wrong when I say that?
If people are lucky, they will escape violence and live to act tough another day, but is this really worth it?
"Hell nah, cause the homies don't play that"
This kind of violence is not acceptable among Kam's friends.
"It's the same routine, every seven day period The opposite sex, got us all doin weird shit It's all about gettin credit, for bein that hell of a nigga, and so you slang for the putang"
Every week, people get themselves into strange situations trying to impress the opposite sex and get credit for their sexual prowess.
Figure it out, cause see it's just for the skeezin Ain't no other reason And a season don't go by that niggaz don't show off and break some laws so they can take some drawers home
People do things just to have sex with someone, and they break the law to do it.
Or straight perpetrate, all cause they learned wrong Wearin beepers, that ain't even turned on A fake Rolex, tryin to look like a star
People act tough and try to look rich with fake gadgets and jewelry.
A phony phone antenna on a rent-a-car Wait, it don't stop with the men though I know the same amount of hoes tradin ass for the indo
People even fake antennas on rental cars to look cool, and women trade sex for drugs.
"But it's happenin, every single weekend"
This kind of behavior happens every weekend.
Ten and two, fingertips on the steering wheel Sittin on the phonebook, smellin like Clear-a-sil
People drive recklessly and insecurely and try to cover up their acne.
A young boy's weekend on the Eastside Caught the bus and came back with a G-ride The little homies put the tank on E So it's on one of y'all to rush another G
Young boys on the Eastside steal cars and drive until they run out of gas, and then they steal another car to keep going.
And now everybody knowin how he felt Damn, here come one time, put on y'all seatbelt Heart beatin so hard they shakin
After stealing a car, they drive recklessly and get scared when they see the police.
If one-time pull us over nigga I'm breakin cause they comin up fast in the rearview So don't nobody'll look until the coast is clear too
If the police pull them over, they will try to run and hide until they are gone.
They all on the ass like a tiger stalkin y'all put on the grin, and pretend we all talkin and, if he don't sweat the rest is simple Everybody hit his ass up out the window
The police chase them like a predator, but they pretend to be talking until the police go away, then they continue driving.
"Well this was strictly for the underground parties who can relate, straight to all these events The ones happenin, every single weekend""
This song is meant for people who attend underground parties every weekend.
We all look alike, ain't nobody unique when every little girl is a prostitute And every nigga outside police gots to shoot
Nobody stands out because every girl is a prostitute and every black person is a target for the police.
because here, if a nigga ain't rappin then he must be affilaited, slangin or kidnappin But he trapped in a stereotype of bullshit
In this community, if you're not a rapper, you must be involved in some kind of illegal activity.
a four-fifth, couldn't even save him from And then you gave him a rope to hang with Divide and conquer him with all this gang shit
Even having a gun can't save someone from the dangers of gang life, which only serve to divide and conquer people.
So for the streets I'ma close like this: Fuck y'all, all that can kiss my skinny starvin po' short low-class stressed out fraggedy ghetto ass
Kam is frustrated with the poverty and violence in his community and wants to tell everyone off who doesn't understand his struggles.
"Now what was I do.." every single weekend"
The cycle of poverty, violence, and sex happens every weekend.
"shit that happens ev-ev-ery-day" -> Slick Rick
This kind of behavior happens every day, not just on the weekends.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: CRAIG ANTOINE MILLER, LEONARD A KRAVITZ
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