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Sacrificial
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Sacrificial was released on April 23, 2026 by TheBamBeatz Distillery/Soul Dope as a part of the album Vol 2... Mean Streets
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Release DateApril 23, 2026
LabelTheBamBeatz Distillery/Soul Dope
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DB Cutlass
DB Cutlass
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Garcia
Alex Garcia
Songwriter
Daniel Esquijarosa
Daniel Esquijarosa
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bambeatz
Bambeatz
Producer
Nano551
Nano551
Co-Producer

Lyrics

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Malik is caught up in a hard place
Facing some charges within a court case
And he aint even do to crime
But his homeboy told him he got him
He gonna be fine
Malik facing bout nine
And his mama pleaded and begging
Knowing he can't do time
Slime
His homeboy gave him weight
Not knowing his homeboy working with the state
And whats fucked up
This is the first time offense
The prosecutor told him tough luck
And Malik refused to snitch
On the same motherfucker
That got him within his pitch
So now Malik gonna face the music
Life ain't never been fair the way he viewed It
His homeboy took the stand
Said he had to hit you
Well knowing his life would be sacrificial
Malik is caught up in a hard place
Smiles at his sisters within his warm face
But his anger is increasing
With every relative killed
Violent silent policeman
He cant afford to go to school
Raised out in Kabul
Daddy died in a coup
Hes the eldest of five siblings
US military preoccupied for the drillings
He sees oppression on a day to day basis
Looking for changes so It made him pray
But he ain't really find the solitude
His vision couldnt be helped
With the monocle
So now hes strapped with some bombs on him
Looking for infidels in the city quadrant
A loud blast like its a missile
Well knowing his life would be sacrificial
I sit and wonder is the news real
It rains and thunder
Thats the mood chill
These **** watching me
I keep my eye
Perceived on everything
I feed em' fire
There's a dilemma
I don't trust my girl
These thoughts contained
Don't make me trust the world
I diagnose myself
I know I'm sick at heart
My brains a puzzle
They could pick apart
Don't use a muzzle I just spit it hard
Came out of rubble with some gifted art
You watch the gallery I paint it clear
Dont you see the passion and the anguish here
Dont you see the poverty it made a smear
Decadent decay within a stainless spear
Gunshots I had to hit you
Who knew that this life would be sacrificial
The American army has broken my heart by killing my father
What can I say
Ill not let the Americans get away with this
I will follow the path of my father
And I will hold another camera
Written by: Alex Garcia, Daniel Esquijarosa
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