The Package Lyrics by De La Soul
Three, that’s a magic number.
Yes, it is.
It’s the magic number.
Somewhere in this hip-hop soul community.
Was born three, they stub it me, and that’s the magic number.
What does it all mean?
Difficult preaching is posthumous pleasure.
Pleasure in preaching starts in the heart.
Something that stimulates the music in the measure.
Measure in the music, racing through parts.
Casually see, but don’t do like the soul.
Cause seeing and doing, a action for monkeys.
Doing hip-hop hustle, no rock and roll
Unless your name’s Brewster, cause Brewster’s a punk
Parents let go cause it’s magic in the air
Criticizing rap shows you’re out of order
Stop looking, listen to the phrasing for the stairs
And don’t get offended while Mace Dosey does your daughter
A dry camera roll system is now set
Fly around the store and under Daisy Productions
It stands for the inner sound, y’all in your (?)
That the action’s not a trick, but show never functions
Everybody wants to be a DJ
Everybody wants to be an MC
But being speakers are the best
And you don’t have to guess
You’re our so posse, consistent free
And that’s the magic number
(Three)
This here piece of the pie is not dessert
But the court that we’re dining
Three out of every darn time
The effect is mmm when a daisy grows in your mind
Showing true position
This here piece is kissing the part of the pie that’s missing
Where that negative number fills up the casualty
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 mates?
Pass to me and that the magic number (What does it all mean?)
Focus is formed by flaunt of the soul
souls who form style gain praises by pounds
Common are speakers who honor the scroll
scroll written daily creates a new sound
Listeners listen cause this here is wisdom
wisdom of a speaker, a dub and a plug
Set aside a legal substance and feedom for now, get them high off this dialect
Time is a factor so it’s time to count
count not the negative actions of one
Speakers of soul say it’s time to shout
Three forms of soul to a positive sum
Dance to this fix and flex every muscle
Space can be filled if you ride like my lumber
Advance to the tune but don’t do the hustle
Shake, rat, or 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?
That’s a magic number
Yo, what’s up?
1, 2, 3
And say, children, what does it all mean?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, one, two, three.
I was live.
No more, no less.
That’s a magic number.
No more, no less.
No more, no less.
No, no, no, no more, no less.
Anybody in the audience ever get hit by a car?
No more, no less.
No more, no less.
No more, no less.