hey peeps I wrote this piece a few weeks back and I'm juss droppin it now so tell me what u all think muchly appreciated thanx in advance. peace.

flowin to - Good Times (sick pimpin) by Atmosphere

Verse #1:
now I knew these 2 kats back home, who used to grow/
always havin a constant flow, of Cheeb and tha good blow/
snort then smoke, is how these 2 peeps enjoyed a toke/
till one day, their bad habits caught up and stripped them broke/
funds were runnin low, jobs from where they be thrown/
mom’s din’t want em, so they were tossed out from home/
next thing u know, they livin on the streets of Detroit’s roads/
scramblin for cash, and a quick toke or smoke, flat broke/
but their time wasn’t done, this time they weren’t gettin shunned/
cuz an old friend came by and picked em up, to lead the drug runs/
now they livin in the highest of class, lookin back at the past wit a laugh/
but lets not get ahead to fast, cuz we all know that these things neva last/
I guess u could say that everything happened so fast/
one minute they rollin, next they find themselves in a clash/
the room covered in black, those kats was masked/
the moments of sadness, have finally come at last/
but a voice came in through the silence, and said/
“u fucked with the wrong man, u 2 are dead”/
suddenly 2 shots are heard, then sweet blood red/
rest in peace were the final words, at the funeral bed/
those 2 peeps, fucked around with the wrong type of heat/
ripped off their old friend on the deal and tried ta take the reap/
endin their little story short, cold while them 2 sit 6 deep/

Hook:
it’s what has to be done, their’s nowhere ta run/
afraid of not seein the sun, cuz it’s down to earth/
just disperse the thoughts, cuz they got u locked/
producin all the shock, cuz it’s down to earth/

Verse #2:
I still remember little Suzy, damn so fine she was/
with the long blonde hair, blue eyes, an big jugs/
what I would give, to have one touch, just one kiss/
on the lips of that fine assed bitch, but it din’t hit/
cuz that girl, pissed her life down the draining swirls/
of life, she juss couldn’t put up the damn fight/
cuz drugs was this girls game, heroine and cocaine/
ended up meltin her brain, put her back in first grade/
and poor little billy, the worst of cases, crystal meth/
mixed with Ex, I swear the kid literally saw death/
but would someone please, explain this to me/
as I plead, what’s with drugs and these peeps?/
But Please excuse, if I don’t understand, this information/
gets confused, and sometimes I’m not able to stand/
but let’s get this back on track, cuz I got one more story/
bout my good friend pat, no matter where he’s at/

Hook:
it’s what has to be done, their’s nowhere ta run/
afraid of not seein the sun, cuz it’s down to earth/
just disperse the thoughts, cuz they got u locked/
producin all the shock, cuz it’s down to earth/

Verse #3:
yes Pat, a great friend of mine, we used to have the funnest of times/
when we had those nights where we’d nearly smoke ourselves blind/
late grade 8, the first time we had the sweet taste and the pastes/
which we so hate, cuz we could neva find a fast quick drink/
and we suffered when we tried to eat, couldn’t even sleep/
bad dreams that creep, woke up in tha mornin, mellowed and beat
but after the habit started the weeks started to fly by, to months/
years, until we hit our highschool lives, damn those the best of times/
till one day, pat started gettin into the white powder, cocaine/
god rest his soul, for cyanide was the last thing to go up his nose/
god damn, who the fuck knows who did it, some bitch juss playin tricks/
but I guess pat’s the one who decided to hit it, but why? Was it a grudge?/
Some sort of beef that pat wouldn’t let me know, juss let it how it was?/
I dunno but the shit’s juss fucked, that’s why I quit the drugs/
could no longer handle the mush, or the pot, cuz every act/
reminded me of pat, it’s weird thinkin about the past, that’s wack/
but now, here I am, rappin at my best, never wishin early death/
gotta live out my life to the best, like what pat had always said/
before he met his tragic, dreadful, and unfortunate early end/
so for some final words, best of wishes to u all, look quit the drugs/
they ain’t good for u all, and if u eva feelin lonely, juss think back/
cuz good times are always mixed with the bad, that’s that/
and that’s why I stick with the down to earth on this track/

Hook: (x2)
it’s what has to be done, their’s nowhere ta run/
afraid of not seein the sun, cuz it’s down to earth/
just disperse the thoughts, cuz they got u locked/
producin all the shock, cuz it’s down to earth/

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kinda a played topic and had a truble flowinf as well as some lines didnt rhyme to well, but other wise had good stories in them and most of the parts rhymed well, jus work on flow to make it a better read

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Corrupted Visions

This was alright i thought.....structure could be fixed up a bit but it was alright....flow in this was ok, it stayed on alright through out the piece i thought....had some good vocab though in this....had a nice story to this i thought.....overall a alright piece, good read....keep at it.

Gene. . Nice To See You Drop Somethin. . Basically, Without Regirgitating Shit Credz N Topic Said. . You Need To Work On Structure, Make The Lines Even Out For A Better Flow, As It Fell Off Multiple Times. . Vocab Was Ok, Content As Above Average, But Played. . You Just Need To Work On Structure And Flow And You'll Be Aiight Man. And Credz. . All Your Replies To Open Mic's Sound The Same, With THe "I Thought". . Change Your Replies, It's Like You Ain't Reading Shit. Pz.

Gene. . Hit Up 'Lookin For Love' For Me, Appreciate It.

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