[Intro features Elijah Shabazz from Mosque No. 7]
Brother Elijah Hey Guru, how you doin? I'm Just been though man about the situation for youth man, the seeds man What's your on that? Mmm that's strange I was the same thing Somethin I read in the holy how it says "Has thou seen him who religion? is one who is rough, to the orphan." And no matter we say our religion is it's Islam, Christianity Juddaism, Buddha-ism, Old School-ism or New If we're not schooling the WITH wisdom then the sins of the father will visit the And not keepin it real... keepin it -- WRONG
Chorus:
Now we're gettin somewhere, you know we got to give back For the is the future no doubt that's right and exact Squeeze the out, of all the suckers power And pour some back out, so as to water the This world is ours, that's why the are leary It's our inheritance; this is my Robbin Theory... Robbin Hood Theory
One: Guru
I seek Sun, deceive none, for one must teach one At least one must flow and the structure, of freedom It's me Dunn, cause petty things we need 'em Let's to create somethin great, for all that sees them They innocent, they not what they face while save face genius minds lay to waste If I wasn't kickin rhymes I'd be down doors social change and defendin the poor The God's been militant, and ready for war We're gonna snatch up the ringleaders send em in they drawers But first where's the safe at? Let's em show us and tell em hurry up, give up the that they owe us We it back, around the way to our peeps Cause times are way too deep, we the Code of the Streets Meet your defeat; this is my Hood Theory... my Robbin Hood Theory
Two: Guru
I floss my rhymes like dentals, my mental's from the wild ghetto districts to the resedential Essential, would be the message I send you I meant to, elevate at every Pops told me to pursue what is true, and other And nowadays I the way for troops of my young brothers Necessary by all means, of like Malcolm Before it's too I create, the best outcome So I take opportunity, yes to ruin the Devilish forces fuckin up my black And we ain't no more interviews til we get paid out the frame, like Donahue taking over radio, and wack media Cause systematically they gettin greedier and Conquering turfs with my ill Takin out the man while we the information You wanna rhyme you to wait son You can't even near, if you ain't got our share You front on us year, consider yourself blown out of here Yeah... by my Robbin Theory
Verse Guru
God is Universal, he is the Ruler For those who can't follow that spells when in my circle I see all of my culture... my thoughts like a sculpture And chumps they get with me cause I'm another entity I'm sent to be, leadin the army of the Mention me, and snakes retreat, eventually... ... due to my Robbin Hood