[breathing noises, bell ringing]
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Welcome to the seminar (go, go, go, go)
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[Chorus]
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To the Seminar (go, go, go, go) [x3]
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[Verse 1]
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Sittin' at a table, lookin' like we Gods, we're dressed in white, for the rap so tight
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Serious men with the strength of ten, comin' through like animals lookin' for a fight
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Intelligent, packed, so inadequate, step back, Mix-A-Lot's here to inforce what's dope
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A brand new album, better than the last one, listen up close or you might get smoked
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Some say rap has become repititious, mixin' up beats of a old great jams
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Some hate me, some imitate me, but take me out, I'll be damned
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This album is a demonstration of various styles of a hip hop art
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I got paid, but I do it cause I love it, all enemies hush, let the seminar start
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(go, go, go, go)
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[Chorus]
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To the seminar (go, go, go, go) [x3]
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(The seminar)
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[Verse 2]
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Break it up, the rebel of rap is about to toss up with a brand new style
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Your host on the whole west coast rippin' up bedposts when I work that pile
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A meetin' of the minds to elevate hardcore, take it to a level where few have been
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You brag but your brain's like mush, hush learn somethin' my friend
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Seminar dope, smoke you cope, nope, ha I got 'em in the scope
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Scramble, run and hit 'em like Op, chope, goin' for the throat
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Rustle up revenue pack it in a gunny sack
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Settin' up a trap for a new snack pack [echo]
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A snack pack is a girl with the thickness, little in the middle, but she got much back
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Runnin' like a Rolex, stuck in the hype mode, track after track, keep it real for a fact
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I paid my posse unlike you boy, they all roll tough and they all stay strapped
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Get up in my face, shake my hand, saw you on the screen and your head got fat
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Forgot where your from, but I'll tell ya where you at
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Lip synchin', lyin' and about to get slapped
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Smoke some of this, suck it up then think
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If your group's not paid then you might get backstabbed
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You's a brother, but you actin' like another
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Who was tryin' to get rich, now he's workin' wit scabs
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I'm a genius, brains are the new thing, knowledge is in, and I'm pour somethin' wit it
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You attend my dope Seminar, and listen to the lyrics [echo], hit it
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[Verse 3]
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Debonair your nightmare, don't stare down when I clear from Greenpuff Square
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Dare to squares, break 'em up into pears, yours boys got scared
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I bang, bang hardware
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Four four shoot 'em up, cock and pop pop
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Desert Eagle Magnum and it stops
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Waitin' for crime to roll and pick locks
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Mauseburg pump blasts, he got dropped
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That is the life of a 'Hip Hop Soldier', I'm hated in the hood so I gotta stay strapped
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Rollin' in a drop top SEC, cops stop, wanderin' why I'm heavily packed
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I'm legally armed and like dynamite I'm ready to blast on punks who play hard
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I love to love, but I can't so I ain't, silence [echo] drop the Seminar
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[breathing noises, and bell ringing]
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(Welcome to the Seminar)
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Seminar
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| Sir Mix-A-Lot |
