Can it be I stayed away too long,
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?
Well it’s not my thing trying to get back
But this time let me tell you where I’m at
Said I wanna be where you are, oh oh
Everywhere you are, uh oh oh
I gotta gotta be where you are, oh oh
Everywhere you are, uh oh oh
[Wyclef]
Everybody got a brother that rap, a sister that sings
A cousin that sling, and uncle upstate; time in the bing
Beef on the block, war with the cops
Farmers with crops, shovels in they hands
Screaming legalize the Peter Tosh. They even got–
Hip hop cups, follow me red dots,
Keep a camcorder just in case they wanna frame the author,
Caught you off guard this verse is unexpected,
Listen, like when I rhymed on Big Puns record
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 wont be coming home,
The runner becomes the gunner, the gunner becomes the hunter,
The hunter becomes the hunted on Americas Most Wanted,
I reminisce, had no cash for the mall
But excited tonight, ’cause we the opening act for Biggie Smalls
Said I wanna be where you are, oh oh
Everywhere you are, uh oh oh
I gotta gotta be where you are, oh oh
Everywhere you are, uh oh oh
[Lauryn]
We entered into hip hop, we were young gifted and boundless
Attracted to the freedom, courage, power, profoundness,
We had our pretensions, dissensions, conventions,
But there we were learnin’, we were open to the challenge,
Then came the fame, money, notoriety, hypocrisy, then anxiety,
Most of us suffered quietly,
From PR to ER, our freedom got detoured,
Truth turned to folklore, youths turned to c**e w****,
Escaped from reality, afraid of exposure,
Prior denied closure, did what they told ya,
Agendas and egos, they began to live through us,
They started to take from us what they was supposed to get to us,
Distorted dynamics, making egos gigantic,
Emotional artists got bought, sold, and d-d-damaged,
Black disadvantaged, no fat acts mismanaged,
Bad contracts the standard, take land back demand it,
Said I wanna be where you are, oh oh
Everywhere you are, uh oh oh
I gotta gotta be where you are, oh oh
Everywhere you are, uh oh oh
[Pras]
Yo, it’s the most blunted, yeah, the most wanted,
House of Fugee stay the most haunted,
Guys and dolls, jump right on it
Ten years later, ain’t it ironic,
Straight 16s up the spleen,
Triple beam like Sinatra, Davis, and Dean,
Everything in between, if you know what I mean,
Wanna be where you are is the American dream,
But I was often told, I was off my road,
Never sold my soul, for the glitter of gold,
Let the truth be told, I made the mold,
Twenty-three years old, twenty million sold,
It be classic man, like spaghetti westerns
Blackberry style, always texting.
Bombing on your dial, Funkmaster flexing
It’s the raw hip-hop to keep ’em guessing.
I wanna be, I wanna be, ooooh, yeah yeah yeah
I gotta be, I gotta be, yeah yeah
I wanna be, I wanna be, oooooh, hey hey baby
I gotta be, I gotta be, yeah yeah
Said I wanna be where you are, oh oh
Everywhere you are, uh oh oh
I gotta gotta be where you are, oh oh
Everywhere you are, uh oh oh