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tungsten metal Video (MV)




Performed By: Hamid's Journey
Language: English
Length: 2:00
Written by: Aamir Mohammed




Hamid's Journey - tungsten metal Lyrics
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Nobody running a tighter ship, I gotta get the entire chip
Off my shoulder, I'm scared I get out of touch
With original heads I was getting inspired with
Lately I been some silent shit, progression the only priority for me
I never aimed for a chart or a higher hit
Still ain't miss like a hired hit
Hit the J walking down the court like I'm hitting a mild lick
I like my beats with a heavy kick
I keep the heat with the pepper thick
I can keep calm with a iron fist
No one gettin inside my head
Pointing the mic at a rapper like firesticks
They don't entertain me, they all tryna dip
Damn, I wonder if I'll ever find me a fight
I wonder if someone can stand at my height
I wonder what's harder to find me a partner
Or train up a prodigy 'til they in flight
Maybe I need to adjust, be patient when others ain't work all the time
And writing up multiple songs in they head
When we circle up just to kick for the night
I balance these thoughts, to gently present to the love of my life
I'm hoping she'll give me some hope
Loosen the ropes, pressing my back
She think the pressure a product of trauma responses
To try to get agency back, I think it's makes sense
This needing to be at my best, keeping staying relaxed
Taking a rest, a year came went, fading to black
Starting to feel a decay in my raps
I had to deal with some pain to detach
Sitting on 200, 300, 400 audio files, no space for no apps
Me and Bernardo were cookin shit up
Just like Walter and Jesse were breaking a bad streak
Throw on a mask like Sheik, shootin like a Master Chief
Lookin like Sniper Elite, silent, assassins creed
Whippin like Crash B, no we ain't hittin no games
Don't need assist for the aim, we just rekindled the flame
Back in the East, looking like cyberpunk, I been reppin the V
Start putting out all the fun shit, I previewed at the functions
Still saying more than your toughest shit
Make you feel like it's dumb shit
Rare metals on my neck like Tungsten
Came from the lowest rock
Journeyman back for consumption, and keeping grid locked
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Nobody running a tighter ship, I gotta get the entire chip
Off my shoulder, I'm scared I get out of touch
With original heads I was getting inspired with
Lately I been some silent shit, progression the only priority for me
I never aimed for a chart or a higher hit
Still ain't miss like a hired hit
Hit the J walking down the court like I'm hitting a mild lick
I like my beats with a heavy kick
I keep the heat with the pepper thick
I can keep calm with a iron fist
No one gettin inside my head
Pointing the mic at a rapper like firesticks
They don't entertain me, they all tryna dip
Damn, I wonder if I'll ever find me a fight
I wonder if someone can stand at my height
I wonder what's harder to find me a partner
Or train up a prodigy 'til they in flight
Maybe I need to adjust, be patient when others ain't work all the time
And writing up multiple songs in they head
When we circle up just to kick for the night
I balance these thoughts, to gently present to the love of my life
I'm hoping she'll give me some hope
Loosen the ropes, pressing my back
She think the pressure a product of trauma responses
To try to get agency back, I think it's makes sense
This needing to be at my best, keeping staying relaxed
Taking a rest, a year came went, fading to black
Starting to feel a decay in my raps
I had to deal with some pain to detach
Sitting on 200, 300, 400 audio files, no space for no apps
Me and Bernardo were cookin shit up
Just like Walter and Jesse were breaking a bad streak
Throw on a mask like Sheik, shootin like a Master Chief
Lookin like Sniper Elite, silent, assassins creed
Whippin like Crash B, no we ain't hittin no games
Don't need assist for the aim, we just rekindled the flame
Back in the East, looking like cyberpunk, I been reppin the V
Start putting out all the fun shit, I previewed at the functions
Still saying more than your toughest shit
Make you feel like it's dumb shit
Rare metals on my neck like Tungsten
Came from the lowest rock
Journeyman back for consumption, and keeping grid locked
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Writer: Aamir Mohammed
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