Me Myself and I

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 spectacle

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 (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 showbiz

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 Hallelujah

Glory for Plug One and Two

But that glory's been denied

By kizids and dookie eyes

People think they diss my person

By stating I'm darkly pack

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 Fourth 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

Contestant number four, do you have the answers?

Uhh... I saw, at the tip of my tongue, I am sorry