Road to the Riches

Slug

When I was five years old I
Used to hear funk and soul
Being played out my pop's hi-fi stereo
Looking at the photos, buggin on the names
With the fold out covers
And the crazy illustrations
I got older and bought my own records
By thirteen I had three crates collected, huh
And that's my pride, no time for bike rides
Kept on the grind and I stayed inside
I was sort of a poser how
I had my friends over
Cutting up till we wrecked
That direct drive loader
Mom's turntable went through hell
A whole lot of wicky-wicky
Trynna teach myself
The records got stuffed cause
The parties was rough
But I still showed up to
Try to rock some cuts, what
And I was young but the
Bigger kids reached out
Give me five minutes on decks to freak out
The type to get it right, maybe one night
I be rapping bout my life on the cordless mic
No matter how it look, always kept one foot
Between records and books
And the suckers got shook
Dreamed about it two decades straight
Way before Rhymesayers first wax got made
The music is my love and it is my business
My name is Big Slug, I'm on the road to the

I used to stand on the
Block selling four track tapes
Trynna make enough papes to buy more blanks
There was all kinds of hit's
Backpacks and drips
Sweatshirts running network and
Guess and cred
The word was spread with speed
The name grew like weeds
Wasn't long till we took the lead
Twin cities was little and
The winter was bitter
Getting bigger and bigger
They started taking my picture
For the shit I spit, some rappers I knew quit
Got jobs and a family
They just couldn't handle it
Lice and rhyming, living like a roach
Underground and broke, holding onto the hope
In a small town scene we stole like a thief
No time to sleep with politics and beef, huh
They all pussies, dicks and assholes
Collecting stripes from little
Freestyle battles
Many mics we gripped, any stage we'd rip
Even with no chips we'd take them road trips
Loyal members of the crew had
My back to death
Gene Poole, Musab, myself and Stress
All we had was rhymes, coming offa the mind
For the first time in my
Life everything felt fine
The turntables turn while the DJ's mix it
I didn't know I was on the road to the

The pop that rocks for props
He eventually stops
And maybe hops on some desktop guest spots
The gangster's muscle, are up in the puzzle
But if their raps are wack they
Go back to the hustle
I was the one on the opposite
Side of smoking a gun
Taught me how to rhyme and how to run
Make or break it
The hater's can't say shit
Stayed awake late night in Ant's basement
Take notes, spray painted the paved road
The tapes sold, got lucky with "Scapegoat"
Huh
That means work, in other words sewer van
Peace to J-Bird, the man with the core plan
Seeds get planted, hands get handshakes
Damn straight
Gonna keep goin till the man breaks
And MC's who wanna make ends
Meet out on my route
But never ever keep friendly
Stack the blocks, catch that fox
Rhymesayers locked on the Mid West crops
Troopers, soldiers, shoulder to shoulder
Sold out the shows and give
The groupies to my chauffer
New tour dates, take the money
Put out more tapes
And call it foreplay, ready for the war games
Sew it up and then fuck with the stitches!
Atmosphere on the road to the riches
Bitches!

"And while I'm countin the money
You count sheep"

Trivia about the song Road to the Riches by Atmosphere

When was the song “Road to the Riches” released by Atmosphere?
The song Road to the Riches was released in 2007, on the album “Strictly Leakage”.
Who composed the song “Road to the Riches” by Atmosphere?
The song “Road to the Riches” by Atmosphere was composed by Slug.

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