“Now, now, how come your talk turn cold?” she wonders, over a steady boom-bap instrumental. “Gained the whole world for the price of your soul/ tryin’ to grab hold of what you can’t control / now you’re all floss, what a sight to behold.” Though her flow largely remains constant throughout, the impact of her message and delivery make “Lost Ones” a memorable journey to revisit — if only to serve as a reminder of what a titan Lauryn Hill truly was in her prime. Be sure to revisit this big tune on the album’s twenty-second anniversary, and show some love to Ms. Hill in the comments below.

QUOTABLE LYRICS

Now, now, how come your talk turn cold?
Gained the whole world for the price of your soul
Tryin’ to grab hold of what you can’t control
Now you’re all floss, what a sight to behold