What’s it with you?
Call it poetry, call it flow, call it rap, call it the sting of Dukaporax.
The king of verse is reborn.

Author of Re-birth.

what’s it with you then!!

when I came up the dudes looked at me in a manner so insane

I’ve already got the fame

Not because I am intelligent or handsome

Or because I am different or over formed

It’s all in the mind.

Yh, it lies in the mind

All my might is within me all the time

sometimes I damn a million

and say to hell with trillions

If they don’t want to go my way

Because in gratitude I always love to stay.

I am the boss

never gonna make a loss

I am Dukaporax for live

no bee hives, stitches or even knives

can penetrate my bosom

so impenetrable and inhumanly formed.

The biggest boss you see.

The biggest boss you see

only feeling that rushes into thee

the sting of Dukaporax upon the trionders

left them on flight like soldiers

defeated in battle

like horses without saddle

Left them in awe speechless.

so speechless for a simple competition

for who could pour rhymes of intuition

leaving them with no conclusion

more than Dukaporax

as fast as a machine of fax

Fegger couldn’t fathom how

he said “this must stop, now”

he Bogartted the project

and left it dejected.

Now is time for re-birth.

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