[Intro: Lauryn Hill, Wyclef Jean & Pras]
Can it be I stayed away too long?
Listen, you gotta put me on, put me on
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?
Ain't nothin' like hip-hop music
Well, it's not my thing trying to give back
Listen, you gotta put me on, put me on
But this time, let me tell you where I'm at
What's up baby?!
[Hook: Lauryn Hill & (Wyclef Jean)]
Said I wanna be where you are, oh oh (From the Booga Basement to this)
Everywhere you are, oh oh ohh (Can I get a soul clap?)
I gotta, gotta be where you are, oh oh (Clap clap, can I get a soul clap?)
Everywhere you are, oh oh ohh (Can I get a soul clap? Clap, clap, clap)
[Verse 1: Wyclef Jean]
Everybody got a brother that rap, a sister that sing
A cousin that sling, an uncle upstate, time in the bing
Beef on the block, war with the cops, farmers with crops
Shovels in their hands screaming "legalize the Peter Tosh!"
They even got hip-hop cops, follow me red dot
Keep a camcorder just in case they wanna frame the author (Listen)
Caught you off guard, this verse is unexpected
(Listen) Like when I rhymed on Big Pun's record (Listen)
I got a swagger that cut any rapper, mind over matter
Lyrical dagger, like alcohol, I'm bad for your liver
Quiver, shiver, body temperature, get found in Hudson River
Deliver a message to your mom, you won't be coming home
And the grinder becomes the gunner, the gunner becomes the hunter
The hunter becomes the hunted on America's Most Wanted
I reminisce, had no cash for tomorrow
But excited tonight, because we the opener at the [?]
[Hook: Lauryn Hill & (Wyclef Jean)]
Said I wanna be where you are, oh oh (You gotta put me on)
Everywhere you are, oh oh ohh (Can I get a soul clap?)
I gotta, gotta be where you are, oh oh (Clap clap, can I get a soul clap?)
Everywhere you are, oh oh ohh (Can I get a soul clap? Clap, clap, clap)
[Verse 2: Lauryn Hill]
Yo, yo, yo
We entered into hip-hop, we were young, gifted and boundless
Attracted to the freedom, the courage, power, profoundness
We had our pretensions, dissensions, conventions
But there were room to learn and we were open to the challenge
Then came the fame, money, notoriety
Hypocrisy then anxiety, most of us suffered quietly
From PR to ER, freedom got detoured
Truth turned to folklore, youth turned to coke whore
Escape from reality, afraid of exposure
Pride to not closure, did what they told ya
Agendas and egos began to live through us
They started to take what they was supposed to give to us
Distorted dynamics made egos gigantic
Emotional artists got bought, sold, damaged
Black disadvantage, no phat acts mismanaged
Contracts are standard, take [?] back to [?]
[Hook: Lauryn Hill & (Wyclef Jean)]
Said I wanna be where you are, oh oh (You gotta put me on)
Everywhere you are, oh oh ohh (Can I get a soul clap?)
I gotta, gotta be where you are, oh oh (Clap clap, can I get a soul clap?)
Everywhere you are, oh oh ohh (Can I get a soul clap? Clap, clap, clap)
[Verse 3: Pras]
Yo, it's the most blunted, yea, the most wanted
House of Fugees stay the most haunted
Guys and dolls, jump right on it
10 years later, ain't-ain't "Ironic"
Straight 16s, up the spleen
Triple beam like Sinatra, Davis & Dean
Everything in between if you know what I mean
Wanna be where you are? It's the American dream
When I was often told I was off my roll
Never sold my soul for the glitter of gold
Let the truth be told, I made the mold
23 years old, 20 million sold
They be classic, man, like spaghetti westerns
Black baby style, always textin'
[?]
It's the [?], keep them guessin'
[Bridge: Lauryn Hill]
I wanna be, I wanna be, ooh, yea yea baby
I gotta be, I gotta be, yea, yea
I wanna be, I wanna be, ooh, yea yea baby
I gotta be, I gotta be, yea, yea
[Hook: Lauryn Hill & (Wyclef Jean)]
Said I wanna be where you are, oh oh (You gotta put me on)
Everywhere you are, oh oh ohh (Can I get a soul clap?)
I gotta, gotta be where you are, oh oh (Clap clap, can I get a soul clap?)
Everywhere you are, oh oh ohh (Can I get a soul clap? Clap, clap, clap)
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