[Intro Elijah Shabazz from Muhammad Mosque No. 7]
Peace Elijah Hey Guru, how you doin? I'm Just thinkin though man the situation for today's youth man, the seeds man What's opinion on that? Mmm strange I was thinkin the same thing Somethin I read in the Qu'ran how it says "Has thou him who belies religion? is one who is rough, to the orphan." And no matter what we say our is whether Islam, Christianity Juddaism, Buddha-ism, Old or New School-ism If not schooling the youth WITH wisdom then the sins of the father will the children And that's not it real... that's keepin it --
Guru
Now that we're gettin somewhere, you we got to give back For the youth is the future no doubt that's right and Squeeze the out, of all the suckers power And pour some out, so as to water the flowers This world is ours, that's why the demons are It's our inheritance; this is my Robbin Hood Theory... Robbin Hood
One: Guru
I seek Sun, deceive none, for one must teach one At least one flow and show the structure, of freedom It's me Dunn, cause things we don't need 'em Let's to create somethin great, for all that sees them They innocent, they know not they face while politicians save face genius minds lay to If I wasn't rhymes I'd be kickin down doors Creatin social and defendin the poor The God's been militant, and ready for war We're gonna snatch up the send em home in they drawers But first the safe at? Let's make em show us and em hurry up, give up the loot that they owe us We bringin it back, the way to our peeps Cause times are way too deep, we know the of the Streets Meet your this is my Robbin Hood Theory... my Robbin Hood Theory
Two: Guru
I floss my rhymes like dentals, my presidential the wild ghetto districts to the plush resedential Essential, would be the message I send you I meant to, elevate at venue Pops told me to pursue what is true, and nothing And nowadays I pave the way for troops of my brothers Necessary by all means, sort of like it's too late; I create, the best outcome So I take this opportunity, yes to the Devilish fuckin up my black community And we ain't no more interviews til we get out the frame, like motherfuckin Donahue We're taking over radio, and wack Cause systematically they greedier and greedier Conquering turfs my ill organization Takin out the man while we the information You wanna rhyme you best to son You even come near, if you ain't got our share You front on us this year, consider yourself out of here Yeah... by my Robbin Hood
Verse Three:
God is Universal, he is the Ruler For those who can't follow that spells GURU in my circle I see all of my culture... Design my thoughts like a And chumps they wanna get with me cause I'm another I'm sent to be, leadin the of the century Mention me, and will retreat, eventually... ... due to my Robbin Theory