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 song

What I do ain't make-beleive

People say I sit and try

But whan 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 that's pure Plug bull

Always pushing that we've 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

Right 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 this 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 Plugs One and Two

But that glory's been denied

By kizids and dookie eyes

People think they dis 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

Please keep on up with the nuts

So I don't get in 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