Kam – Peace Treaty

Kam released his debut single “Peace Treaty” back in 1993.  The track was produced by Solid Scheme and released on EastWest America Records.  The song was the first single off the mad slept-on album “Neva Again“.  The album did not sell many records, but at no fault are the beats and rhymes.

The first time we heard of this Los Angeles rapper was on the “Boyz n the Hood” OST on the track “Every Single Weekend” back in 1991.  We then found out he was Ice Cube’s cousin, but after the riots popped and the gangs in LA made a truce, Kam took what he saw on the streets and put in on wax.

Ice Cube had “We Had To Tear This Muthafucka Up” and Dre had “The Day The Niggaz Took Over“, but to me Kam took it to another level.  He reported what we didn’t see, hear and smell on television and made us bob our head to it!  The track has Kam riding his 64 Chevy Impala thru the South Central LA, smelling the ashes of the fires started during the riots and watching the Bloods and Crips get together in celebration.  The track samples the bass from “Atomic Dog” by George Clinton and a vocal sample of George Clinton from Parliament’sFunkin for Fun”.  The beat is deep and dark and tells one of the greatest stories in LA history.

The album was slept on but tracks like “Stereotype“, “Hang ‘Um High“, “Holiday Madness” and the mega-dope DJ Pooh produced “Watts Riot” featuring Ice Cube will have you bumping it in the ride while getting schooled at the same time.  This album is one of the most Afro-centric albums the west coast has ever produced, but since it dropped right after “The Chronic” did, people where looking for something more “G-Funk”.

[Verse 1: Kam]
Hittin’ corners in a six-trey Chevrolet
Rag-top Impala, top dollar
Got my cousin Laid-Back ridin’ shotgun
Cause I got the front-and-back hydraulic hot one
Juiced up, and I’m itchin’ to hit the switches
Crawlin’ over train tracks, avoidin’ all ditches
Ice-skatin’ on the 20-inch tires
Jack up the ass, and flex the gold Dayton wires
Now I’m down to take a risk
Gettin’ geeked up off a compact disc
I went hoppin’ up Crenshaw, niggas hang loose
Lookin’ for my homies to celebrate the gang truce
And they about to throw a cook-out
So I’m puttin’ down the hump, we sailin’ on the look-out
For C.H.P., I was a teenage ‘G’
So I’m readin’ the graffiti
The walls say ‘peace treaty’

[Verse 2: Kam]
Lookin’ at the aftermath of the riot
I can still smell the ashes
From all the clashes
But quiet is kept, it wasn’t just the blacks
Everybody was lootin’, and had each other’s backs
We came through in understandin’, demandin’
Justice, bust this, we all had our hand in
The cookie jar, took it far enough to make a statement
Daryl Gates – that’s where all the hate went
We pass by a swap meet
Been shoppin’ at for years, but it couldn’t stop heat
See ya, wouldn’t wanna be your next door neighbor
Less government relief checks, more labor
10 percent blood suckers of the poor took a loss
For exploitation, had to show em who was boss
Teach em not to be so greedy
Had to shut them down, bound by a peace treaty
Bound by a peace treaty

[Verse 3: Kam]
Hit the park, bailed out the car
And seen blue and red everywhere, look how strong we are
Niggas showin’ up from this gang and that gang
Nobody set-trippin’, cause it’s a black thing
People just partyin’, sippin’ on a cup
Some of the Compton F.O.I. even showed up
Suited and booted, kickin’ it with the locs
In unity, soon we’ll be lovin’ all black folks
I heard Solo, bumpin’ in a Blazer
Clownin’ on a car phone, blowin’ up my pager
Watts-Up is on the set
Just checkin’ out the scenery, brothers I ain’t never met
Is hittin’ me up, I had to swallow my pride
Just kept steppin’, hit em up and said, “Right”
Ain’t no drama, cause I’m mobbin’ with Laid-Back
I seen Big Jess, Jay and K-Mac
They used to work them narcotics
Like my nigga L-Wood and Renegade from the street products
We used to jack from the rich, and then give to the needy
But now it’s a peace treaty

[Verse 4: Kam]
And now the party’s acceleratin’
The whole crowd bounce, and sho’ nuff celebratin’
Ain’t nobody bustin’ shots
I bumped into Mike AKA Mo’ Like Watts
An O.G., cause he’s older
Lovin’ every minute of it, with the camcorder on his shoulder
So he could capture the moment, and reminisce
I’mma always remember this
Because my niggas made the history books
And now the mystery looks
A lot clearer
The man in the mirror got power
It’s now or
Never, more than ever
Black people have to stick together
But yo, let’s hear it for the Bloods and the Crips
I gots to admit it, y’all brothers did it
I just hope it don’t cease
For the sake of all the homies that’s restin’ in peace

-Al E.

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