ROC-A-WEAR

[Nekh-tarr (李)]

“The only place a prophet isn’t honored is in his hometown, among his relatives, and in his own house.”

(Mark 6:4).



The laughing stack, or rising stock.

The Christmas Sox, without bein' red.

To perform alchemy instead of sex magick, that's what you need.

When to dot i's and cross all t's.

Thas when the Drac feeds, and the ICE that raids.

The faction for days, and the Ninja Turtle.

Without the Raph and his staff, and her fluid gender.

The Michael B. Jordan of this time, he's the only "sinner."

Winner, winner, chicken dinner.

One to pop rocs, and to burst ur bubble.

Ready to rumble, the lightning, and the thunder.

And whenever did cash grow on trees?

To pacc heat before ur tip, but here's a fee.

Confused on the Piru, the Fruit Top, and his air is crisp.

Two sides to one coin, the 69 of his era, is this legit?