Video Roc A Fella Chain de Agent X 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Agent X - Roc A Fella Chain Lyrics

Peter Lorre: (laughs)

Verse 1:
Necrophiliacs fuck the money I’m grave digging
The price of fame came with the money I paid winning
A rocfella chain for game that uI played nigga
A&Rs caved when my will was the flame listen
I was born for this shit, no artificial intelligence
Periodic tables hella shift in my elements
Hear me out the labels wrote a pitch to my better sense
I wore a letterman and Hank Aaron the devil shit
I’m more than a veteran, I swore on my chest to get
The rest of the chessabread, My blessing can bless the dead
I’m supposed to used to it, don’t do it you do it
Kill a beat for views record the wake and then YouTube it
Millions other crews tried break but then break through it
Disappearing acts doctor strange when the shapes moving
Circles spread out like sonic took a bruising
See them years later and forget that we made music
A star child prodigy, beams from the text clouds
Alienated rap shit, scene from the x files
You nice in my city but niggas say I’m best out
Sleep on the movement in peace is where you rest now
Told em say it with they chest down
Don’t move freely you bruise easy
Remove dudes from the news feed
And feed the news to the true indeed
Peter Lorre: (laughs)
You shouldn’t be shut up, only it is I who am mad

Verse 2:
Murder rap scenes lyrical weapon of choice
Gunslinging 5’9s like I’m stepping to Royce
The rest get deployed and void of the message we voiced
This is god level bars so you left to rejoice
I took the path less traveled just reach a fucking breaking point
Pop crossover bet this album break a ankle joint
Disconnected methods of gestures from out the war zone
Heart on my sleeve, blood, sweat and tears on my wardrobe
Ha
The coldest vocal spit, since you opened this
High get it the presentation of opiates
I’m overdosing thinking magnum opus was appropriate
Dystopian haters mad mixing the sodium
They salty since you the beginning this shit was over with
Battle of the brains, that’s our mentals sparring over wits
Dropped my first album that shit spawn they phobias
They thought that harmonies would leave the beef harmonious
But fuck that, I killing any rappers in my radius
I’m bare facing it play atheist to an alias
The rare case of it, Blair witch scared the basic niggas
Amityville stares tracing papers with my face on it
I told you, rip open mics until closed too, walked the distance but I’m closed too
Yeah, same Reppa but it’s nothing new
Motherfucker, bitch

Peter Lorre:
Nobody knows it, except you and me
It’s ours little secret (laughs)