[Intro features Elijah Shabazz from Muhammad Mosque No. 7]



Peace Brother Elijah

Hey peace Guru, how you doin?

I'm maintainin

Just been thinkin though man

about the situation for today's youth man, the seeds man

What's your opinion on that?

Mmm that's strange I was thinkin the same thing

Somethin I read in the holy Qu'ran how it says

"Has thou seen him who belies religion?

That is one who is rough, to the orphan."

And no matter what we say our religion is

whether it's Islam, Christianity

Juddaism, Buddha-ism, Old School-ism or New School-ism

If we're not schooling the youth WITH wisdom

then the sins of the father will visit the children

And that's not keepin it real...

that's keepin it -- WRONG



Chorus: Guru



Now that we're gettin somewhere, you know we got to give back

For the youth is the future no doubt that's right and exact

Squeeze the juice out, of all the suckers power

And pour some back out, so as to water the flowers

This world is ours, that's why the demons are leary

It's our inheritance; this is my Robbin Hood Theory... Robbin Hood Theory



Verse One: Guru



I seek Sun, deceive none, for each one must teach one

At least one must flow and show the structure, of freedom

It's me Dunn, cause petty things we don't need 'em

Let's focus to create somethin great, for all that sees them

They innocent, they know not what they face

while politicians save face genius minds lay to waste

If I wasn't kickin rhymes I'd be kickin down doors

Creatin social change and defendin the poor

The God's always been militant, and ready for war

We're gonna snatch up the ringleaders send em home in they drawers

But first where's the safe at? Let's make em show us

and tell em hurry up, give up the loot that they owe us

We bringin it back, around the way to our peeps

Cause times are way too deep, we know the Code of the Streets

Meet your defeat; this is my Robbin Hood Theory... my Robbin Hood Theory



Verse Two: Guru



I floss my rhymes like dentals, my mental's presidential

from the wild ghetto districts to the plush resedential

Essential, would be the message that I send you

I meant to, elevate at every venue

Pops told me to pursue what is true, and nothing other

And nowadays I pave the way for troops of my young brothers

Necessary by all means, sort of like Malcolm

Before it's too late; I create, the best outcome

So I take this opportunity, yes to ruin the

Devilish forces fuckin up my black community

And we ain't doin no more interviews

til we get paid out the frame, like motherfuckin Donahue

We're taking over radio, and wack media

Cause systematically they gettin greedier and greedier

Conquering turfs with my ill organization

Takin out the man while we scan the information

You wanna rhyme you best to wait son

You can't even come near, if you ain't got our share

You front on us this year, consider yourself blown out of here

Yeah... by my Robbin Hood Theory



Chorus



Verse Three: Guru



God is Universal, he is the Ruler Universal

For those who can't follow that spells GURU when in my circle

I see all sides of my culture...

Design my thoughts like a sculpture

And chumps they wanna get with me cause I'm another entity

I'm sent to be, leadin the army of the century

Mention me, and snakes will retreat, eventually...

... due to my Robbin Hood Theory



Chorus