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