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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