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About the artist

“I don't limit my artistry to one style of music.”- sacred
The industry is filled to the brim with rappers, MCs, and hip hoppers alike. Many one hitters have come and go, but few true artists remain.
Born Nakiema Miller on the infamous isle of Jamaica, the artist known as Sacred Armory packs an arsenal of endless talent. The moniker “Sacred Armory” was chosen for him by his mother as a symbol of strength and profound meaning.
The rising star known to some simply as Sacred, has been composing and performing his own songs since age 10.
His affinity for musicianship, renders him a standout from the MCs of his generation.
Sacred’s love of strings have led him to the mastery of both piano and guitar.
Inspired by the paths of Bob Marley, Michael Jackson, Drake, Vybz Kartel, and the late XXXTENTACION, this multifaceted musician is known for creating melodies that are both eclectic and electrifying.
“I don't limit my artistry to one style of music. I see myself as a cross-genre artist. 7 contrasting genres; pop, rock, lo-fi, rap, trap, dancehall and reggae music, can be found in my work.”
With the icons such as America’s Michael Jackson and Jamaica’s own Bob Marley as his idols, Sacred has faith in creating art that will inspire and connect people across the globe.
The young titan on the rise has aspirations of producing work that will propel him into stardom suited for the likes of the MTV stages, BET Awards, and even the Grammys.
Many a dreamer from the small but mighty island of Jamaica have turned their aspirations into an actual reality.
Tenacity in tow, Sacred Armory is no stranger to the necessity of perfecting his craft in order to achieve said greatness.
Late nights in the studio, stage shows, and relentless self promotion are apart of this hitmaker’s daily grind.
His debut single “Dash” is already making waves in his region.

Lyrics

Chorus: used to rep the team now I rep myself, demons in the back screaming someone help I just bought a wip smoking weed on the coast, I can never fall for a bitch on the pole

Verse: hola lil bitch, yea am icy, flexing like I bought a wip and a hybrid, I'm back in this bitch perfect timing, used to be sad and alone now am vibing, she said I rock like a diamond, shorty gone do what I say like am Simon, my torture gave head then she checked if i studied enough to dpass my all assignments, funny how i still fail um, shorty so bad had to hit like a motherfucking hamor, ive been on a slead like Sanna, lips like Kyle with a face like Hannah Montana, she wasn’t classy though, i had to hitter and pass her to one of my bros, like this shit was basketball, hey nobody asking tho,

erse: hop in the ghost did it alone, drop the roof off the wip while she giving me throat, smoking on dope she getting low, I had to hit her and dip her I know, shorty a fene am whipping blow, if you got something to say let me know I used to flex on my ex in a rose lately I flex without trying to stunt, she tryna kick it like shit was karate, am back and am narly so sad but am balling, am falling, in love with the fame and the fortune, shorty dime but a freak on the molly , so savage she calling you know I won’t answer Am back in this bitch finna bust on her stomach, bank account glitching with zeros and commas, you know If I pull up your bitch getting hammered