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Part 1:
I ain't got a thing for a Glock
Can't imagine that I’d cock
Back a handgun and pop
Put an end to a man in the dark
I don’t even think I’d have a shot
I couldn’t put him in the box
I don’t think I could pop
Too many drinks or a drug
Not that I’m innocent, nah I'm not
Just stationed in a spot with sirens and them cops
And I really don’t wanna get put into the box

Part 2:
I don’t write about it
But don’t think of offending this string
Of words that I write with a pencil that stings
Like a bee but moves like a butterfly and
Always writes magnificent things
But if you wanna box
I’ll go Mohammed Ali
With the hittin and fling
My arms with adrenaline in me
I will be gettin' in the ring
Then your ear and your
Eye will be getting the ring

Part 3:
I’m an anti-social disregarded
Avid overdreaming artist
In the direction of my own route
I’m left out, but I’ll knock you right out
If you rival me, can’t outright outwrite these bars
Pay attention to that I’ve been digressing
From all the conventional topics of Roddy’s "The Box"
I got more dimensions and angles and lines
So you can’t box me in cause I always think outside the box!