Corrected Lyrics:      [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 MC   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)       Original Lyrics :      POS:    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)   Menu    Search For Posters!      Printer friendly version   (under maintenance)