[Intro features Elijah Shabazz Muhammad Mosque No. 7]
Peace Brother Hey peace Guru, how you I'm Just been thinkin man about the situation for today's youth man, the man What's your opinion on Mmm that's strange I was the same thing Somethin I read in the holy Qu'ran how it "Has thou seen him who religion? is one who is rough, to the orphan." And no matter what we say our is it's Islam, Christianity Juddaism, Buddha-ism, Old or New School-ism If we're not schooling the youth WITH then the sins of the father will visit the And not keepin it real... that's it -- WRONG
Chorus:
Now that we're somewhere, you know 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 back out, so as to the flowers This is ours, that's why the demons are leary It's our inheritance; this is my Robbin Theory... Robbin Hood Theory
One: Guru
I seek Sun, deceive none, for each one teach one At least one must flow and the structure, of freedom It's me Dunn, cause things we don't need 'em Let's focus to create great, for all that sees them They innocent, know not what they face while save face genius minds lay to waste 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 gonna 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, around the way to our Cause times are way too deep, we know the of the Streets Meet defeat; this is my Robbin Hood Theory... my Robbin Hood Theory
Verse Guru
I floss my rhymes dentals, my mental's presidential the wild ghetto districts to the plush resedential Essential, would be the message that I you I to, elevate at every venue Pops told me to pursue is true, and nothing other And nowadays I pave the way for troops of my brothers by all means, sort of like Malcolm Before it's too late; I create, the best So I take this opportunity, yes to the forces fuckin up my black community And we ain't doin no interviews til we get out the frame, like motherfuckin Donahue We're taking radio, and wack media Cause systematically they gettin and greedier Conquering with my ill organization Takin out the man while we scan the You wanna rhyme you to wait son You can't come near, if you ain't got our share You front on us this year, consider yourself out of here Yeah... by my Hood Theory
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... my thoughts like a sculpture And chumps they wanna get with me cause I'm another I'm sent to be, the army of the century Mention me, and will retreat, eventually... ... due to my Robbin Hood