3
 That's the Magic Number
 Yes it is
 It's the magic number
 Somewhere in this hip hop soul community
 Was born 3 Mase  Dove and me
 And that's the magic number
 (What does it all mean?)
 Difficult preaching is Posdnuos' pleasure
 Pleasure and preaching starts in the heart
 Something that stimulates the music in my measure
 Measure in my music  raised in three parts
 Casually see but don't do like the Soul
 'Cause seein' and doin' are actions for monkeys
 Doin' hip hop hustle, no rock and roll
 Unless your name's Brewster, 'cause Brewsters are funky
 Parents let go 'cause there's magic in the air
 Criticising rap shows you're out of order
 Stop look and listen to the phrase Fred Astaires
 And don't get offended while Mase do-se-do's your daughter
 A tri-camera rolls since our music's now set
 Fly rhymes are stored on a D.A.I.S.Y. production
 It stands for "Da Inner Sound Y'all" and y'all can bet
 That the action's not a trick, but showing the function
 Everybody wants to be a deejay
 Everybody wants to be an emcee
 But being speakers are the best
 and you don't have to guess
 De La Soul posse consists of three
 And that's the magic number
 DOVE:
 This here piece of the pie
 Is not desser but the course that we dine
 And three out of every darn time
 The effect is "Mmmm" when a daisy grows in your mind
 Showing true position, this here piece is
 Kissin' the part of the pie that's missin'
 When that negative number fills up the cavity
 Maybe you can subtract it
 You can call it your lucky partner
 Maybe you can call it your adjective
 But odd as it may be
 Without my 1 and 2 where would there be
 My 3
 Mase Pos and Me
 And that's the Magic Number
 Focus is formed by flaunts to the soul
 Souls who flaunt styles gain praises by pounds
 Common are speakers who are never scrolls
 Scrolls written daily creates a new sound
 Listeners listen 'cause this here is wisdom
 Wisdom of a Speaker, a Dove and a Plug
 Set aside a legal substance to feed 'em
 For now get 'em high off this dialect drug
 Time is a factor so it's time that counts
 Count not the negative actions of one
 Speakers of soul say it's time to shout
 Three forms the soul to a positive sum
 Dance to this fix and flex every muscle
 Space can be filled if you rise like my lumber
 Advance to the tune but don't do the hustle
 Shake, rattle, roll to my Magic Number
 Now you may try to subtract it
 But it just won't go away
 Three times one?
 (What is it?)
 (One, two, three!)
 And that's a Magic Number
 (Yo, what's up?)
 (1, 2, 3)
 (I say, children, what does it all mean?)
 (Woah-woah-wo, 1, 2, 3)
 (I wouldn't lie to you)
 (No more no less, that's a magic number)
 (No more no less)
 (What it is?)
 (No more no less)
 (Do the shang-a-lang)
 (No more no less)
 (Anybody in the audience ever get hit by a car?)
 (No more no less)
 (How high's the water, mama?)
 (No more no less)
 (How high's the water, mama?)
 (No more no less)
 (Three feet high and rising)
 (No more no less)
 (Three)
 (That's a magic number