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