Give Me - ATMOSPHERE

I’m a slow typer, a so-so writer

Been the shit ever since I was an infant in diapers

And I’ma be dope, all the way to the end

From the cradle to the grave, the Pampers to the Depends

Get enough love, got enough friends

But on a regular basis it’s safe to say I’ve got the benz

And I didn’t mean to ignore that vibe you sent

I guess my mind was probably on my rent

Oh I got my mind on my tummy, and my tummy on my mind

Some assembly required, let me run it down the line

The factory is open, time card punched

Until lunch time it’s crunch time, back to work

Fool, the first rule is to keep the verse true

Even if it hurts you, you gotta wear the pain like a stain

Respect the listener, respect the game

Because there’s more to game than some dinner and fame

(Hook)

Give me the money

Don’t you dare stop there

Give me the mic

That’s the tool, and I play it cool

Give me the life

I’ve seen things that used to be dreams

Give me the love

My name’s Slug, give me a pound or a hug

And I’ma play this game, I just wanna say

All I really want is for you to remember my name

And I’ma run for as long as I’m allowed

And hope to God I inspire some of ya’ll

See I’m that cat that used to sit in the back and study

Looking for some proof, that God loves ugly

Flash forward a decade later in your time

Somehow, a good number of ya’ll got down

And it’s solid, fresh, dope, whatever you wanna call it

(Not back) An aspiring sociopathic alcoholic

(Ahh shit) Look at Slug still rockin’the same outfit

Tryin to make the belly grow bigger than the wallet

Ay yo man, how you doing, (what?), how you been?

Just been makin it cool to rap about love again

Not that hippie stuff I’m talkin 'bout that bitch that gives you nuts

Did he say bitch?

Yeah I’m sorry, don’t tell my baby’s mommy

Speakin of baby, when done, there’ll be a crate full of albums

For my son to page through, thinking daddy was a gun

With a handful of heads that put me up til they had some samples from Ant, and faith in What the Fuck?

I said, still goin, still maintainin, still standing in the land of snow and

purple rain

And I’m still waitin for my date to kiss me or slap me Cause there ain’t no way that I can be happy, when I’m half me

(Hook)

Give me the money

Don’t you dare stop there

Give me the mic

That’s the tool, and I play it cool

Give me the life

I’ve seen things that used to be dreams

Give me the love

My name’s Slug, give me a pound or a hug

And I’ma play this game, I just wanna say

All I really want is for you to remember my name

And I’ma run for as long as I’m allowed

And hope to God I inspire some of ya’ll

I’ve had the pleasure of speaking with some of you

Yeah you, come on now, don't act like you don't know who I'm talking to After that show, when you approached me like you know me The cd I sold you, the secrets that you told me On that world

you vision, through the layers of tears

The ones you choke and keep hidden when the players are near

I watch you chase it with beer, some frustration and fear

Try to figure out why the hell I came here

Well I don’t know either, and I’m not ready to take a breather, neither

All I know is I’m still a believer

So you can beat me up, or you can beat me off

Pick a side, any side, and let me do my job, come on If you’ve got a lot of love to give, but you don’t know who to give it to

I’ma turn out the lights of the cigarette, and write a song about you

This one’s for you.

(Hook)

Give me the money

Don’t you dare stop there

Give me the mic

That’s the tool, and I play it cool

Give me the life

I’ve seen things that used to be dreams

Give me the love

My name’s Slug, give me a pound or a hug

And I’ma play this game, I just wanna say

All I really want is for you to remember my name

And I’ma run for as long as I’m allowed

And hope to God I inspire some of ya’ll

But don’t you dare stop there

That’s the tool, and I play it cool

I’ve seen things, that used to be dreams

The name’s Slug girl, give me a hug

(Ending line)

What does ugly mean?