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

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

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

Gang Starr, Robbin’ Hood Theory, Moment of Truth (1998)

Another “older” hip-hop song more relevant today than ever…

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