Everybody needs to stop and freeze when A.T. is reppin the OMENS,
My record aint impressive, but let me demonstrate the extent of my lyrical weapons... check this....


This mystical, lyrical pistol pullin serial killer is here to deliver you from the wackness of adolecent crews...
I'm here-by blessin you if you confess into,
the Omens rituals of torture, known to snap your back in two...
or have the aftermath of a battle rap crashin you, only cause your spittin wacker spews...
There aint another more frontin mother fucker that aint bitin rhymes to keep my lyrics in the gutter, what?
I stay up in the front of the lines, spittin bullets with my lyrical nine and aint nobody ever gonna touch mine...
So till the day that I quit, I wont stop sprayin this shit,
so get used to my face, cause I'ma ALWAYS be droppin these spits, bitch!


lol... anyway

i just hooked up wit da omens... a shout out to my crew yo...
A.T.