[Intro features Elijah Shabazz from Mosque No. 7]
Peace Elijah Hey Guru, how you doin? I'm Just been thinkin man about the situation for youth man, the seeds man What's your on that? Mmm that's 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 it's Islam, Juddaism, Buddha-ism, Old or New School-ism If we're not schooling the youth wisdom then the sins of the father will the children And that's not it real... keepin it -- WRONG
Chorus:
Now that we're gettin somewhere, you know we got to give For the youth is the 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 world is ours, that's why the demons are leary It's our inheritance; this is my Robbin Hood Theory... Hood Theory
Verse Guru
I seek Sun, deceive none, for one must teach one At least one must flow and show the structure, of It's me Dunn, cause petty things we don't 'em Let's to create somethin great, for all that sees them innocent, they know not what they face while politicians save face genius lay to waste If I wasn't kickin rhymes I'd be down doors Creatin change and defendin the poor The God's always been militant, and for war We're snatch up the ringleaders send em home in they drawers But first the safe at? Let's make em show us and tell em hurry up, give up the 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
Verse Two:
I floss my rhymes like dentals, my mental's from the wild districts to the plush resedential Essential, would be the message that I you I meant to, elevate at venue Pops told me to pursue what is true, and other And I pave the way for troops of my young brothers Necessary by all means, sort of Malcolm Before too late; I create, the best outcome So I this opportunity, yes to ruin the Devilish forces fuckin up my black And we ain't doin no more til we get paid out the frame, like motherfuckin We're over radio, and wack media Cause systematically they gettin greedier and Conquering turfs my ill organization Takin out the man while we scan the You wanna rhyme you to wait son You can't even near, if you ain't got our share You front on us this year, consider blown out of here Yeah... by my Robbin Hood
Verse Three:
God is Universal, he is the Ruler For those who follow that spells GURU when in my circle I see all of my culture... Design my like a sculpture And chumps they wanna get with me I'm another entity I'm sent to be, leadin the army of the Mention me, and snakes retreat, eventually... ... due to my Hood Theory