Mirror mirror on the wall
Tell me mirror, what is wrong?
Can it be my De La Clothes
Or is it just my De La Soul?
What I do ain’t make-believe
People say I sit and try
But when it comes to being De La It’s just me myself and I It’s just me myself and I It’s just me myself and I It’s just me myself and I Now you tease my Plug One style
And my Plug One spectacles
You say Plug One and Two are hippies
No we’re not, thats pure plug bull
Always pushing that we formed an image
There’s no need to lie
When it comes to being Plug One
It’s just me myself and I It’s just me myself and I It’s just me myself and I It’s just me myself and I Proud, I’m proud of what I am Poems I speak are Plug Two type
Please oh please let Plug Two be Himself, not what you read or write
Write is wrong when hype is written
On the Soul, De La that is Style is surely our own thing
Not the false disguise of show-biz
De La Soul is from the soul
And in fact I can’t deny
Strictly from the Dan called Stuckie
And from me myself and I It’s just me myself and I It’s just me myself and I It’s just me myself and I Glory Glory Hallelu
Glory for Plug One and Two
But that glory’s been denied
By concensing dookie eyes
People think they diss my person
By stating I’m darkly packed
I know this so I point at Q-Tip
And he states, «Black is Black»
Mirror mirror on the wall
Shovel chestnuts in my path
Just keep all nuts twistin up So I don’t get an aftermath
But if I do I’ll calmly punch them
In the 4th day of July
Cause they tried to mess with third degree
That’s me myself and I It’s just me myself and I It’s just me myself and I It’s just me myself and I