Lyrical Breakdown of The Magic Number - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Magic Number" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how De La Soul weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "The Magic Number" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
  • Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that De La Soul employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
  • Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to De La Soul's narrative.

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(Got to have soul)

Three, that's the magic number

Yes, it is, (Three) it's the magic number (Three)

Somewhere in this hip-hop soul community

Was born three: 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 Brewster's a punk (Three)

Parents let go, 'cause there's magic in the air

Criticizing rap shows you're out of order

Stop, look and listen to the phrase Fred Astaires

And don't get offended while Mase do-si-do's your daughter

A tri-camera rolls since our music's now set

Fly rhymes are stored on a Da.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 sure 'nough a function

(What does it all mean?)

Everybody wants to be a DJ

Everybody wants to be an Em Cee

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

(Three)

This here piece of the pie

Is not dessert, but the course that we dine

And three out of every darn time

The effect is "Mmm" 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 one and two where would there be

My three? Mase, Pos and me

And that's the magic number

(What does it all mean?)

Focus is formed by flaunts to the soul

Souls who flaunt styles gain praises by pounds

Common are speakers who honor the scroll

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 (Three)

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

(Three)

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?

One, two, three

(I say, children, what does it all mean?)

(Woah-woah-woah, one, two, three)

(I wouldn't lie to you)

(No more no less, that's a magic number (Three))

(No more no less)

(What it is)

(No more no less)

Is this the future?

(No more no less)

Do the shang-a-lang

(No more no less)

Lord, tomboy tryna talk to me

(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