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)