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Hamid's Journey & H2Wavvy

uncharted

Hip-Hop/Rap

uncharted was released on December 31, 2025 by Hamid's Journey as a part of the album The Pendulum's Embrace - EP

Song Details

AlbumThe Pendulum's Embrace - EP

Release DateDecember 31, 2025

LabelHamid's Journey

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM113

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Hamid's Journey

Hamid's Journey

Rap

H2Wavvy

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Savon Malik Dixon

Savon Malik Dixon

Songwriter

Aamir Hamid-Khan Mohammed

Aamir Hamid-Khan Mohammed

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Lord spwnn

Producer

Lyrics

This for the four, huh

This for my bros, huh

This for my goals, huh

God gave me this type of image in my mind, I said, put this on top of a page

Picked up a pen and a book, only way that I'mma do it with words I'm a sage

To the left and the right of me, demons, they ridin' me

Givin' them smoke like I'm Constantine, most **** in the hood

Constantly look for a talent to exploit a tattle for Washingtons

What would they do for a hundred, how many spitters gon' keep it a hundred

Been craving a beat, need a meal or something

Go Kraven on beef, always mealing someone

For the four, bring the digits right back, like derivatives

I hear the pipsqueaks listening, rats get baited and trapped, we swishing 'em

Fists in the air at the podium, glistening

I do it all for the penmanship, bars to bars, back to back, no Pendleton

Mess with the comp and stats go dwindling

Check, this for the fam and the check

Most times I'm playin' chess, you disrespect

The bishop come right at your neck

The pawns, they really them dogs

And really my God gon' always make sure I'm defended

I always had things in my mind I envisioned

I just didn't know about the work and the ethics

The effort I put in, the skill, the steel

I put in my heart for real, I'm real and go

This for the four, this for the bros

This for my mom, this for my goals

This for them people that's thinking they own

This for my 316, like stone cold

Stunning these rappers I'm on one

Ain't never losing, I'm on some

Already know that I'm him, spitting them hymns

Doing my thing, all these youngins be thinking they cool

When they ain't, 'til I'm chopping they brain

I'm receptive, let's get it

You know it's no handle, you feel it

Exhibit, be proving I'm goated

Listen, them tokens you putting inside a machine

That shit joking, you know I'm the joker

Pull up like I'm Jokic, these youngins, they know me

Me and my brothers, we on it, my homies

Me and Hamid got a dream, no schemes

Just curses and cursive explicitives

Life gave me lemons, I whisk it with gin and spritz

In other words, I got no fucks to give

In code that's a middle finger to ya, just while I sentence it

Take a hit and shit, I ain't even on hidden shit

I be in the back, they playin' Hizzy shit, like

This for the four, this for the bros

This for my mom, this for my goals

This for them people that's thinking they own

This for my 316, like stone cold

Stunning these rappers I'm on one

Ain't never losing, I'm on some

Already know that I'm him, spitting them hymns

Sitting on gems, giving them a glimpse

Baby in a skim and she eyeing up my limbs

Crocodile Timbs, I'm stepping no roaches, in my rank, no cap, no brims

Hanging on the rim like Lavine, I was waiting in the wings

Now I take off from the three, really worth more

'Cause the whole four jumping in the '04 bumping that Hizzy and Hamid

Since 16, painting pictures like 16, 2016 underground on repeat

I ain't into Tarantino, I'm on some Spike Lee shit

Feel like Mookie, I'm just trying to the thing

Now I make hard hitting scenes, Jiren with the beam

Hit you from your screen like The Ring

I'm on a level of my own, I'm a king

Came with a torpedo bat and a Hank Aaron swing

Huh, huh, huh, for real

NBA whistle, how the competition always on a trip

Make 'em drop the mask off Rip

I've been cooking so much sauce, they gon' dip

They gon' feel me even though I'm untouchable

Fucking up the game, gotta move them dysfunctional

I'm number one, this ain't for the two or the three, or the five

This for the four, like a John Stock dime

Written by: Aamir Hamid-Khan Mohammed, Savon Malik Dixon

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