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 song
What I do ain't make believe
People say I'm Satan's child
But when it comes to bein' 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

Tease my Plug One style
And my Plug One spectacles
You say Plug One and two hippies
And we're not that's pure bug roll
Always pushin' that we're formin'
And there's no need to lie
When it comes to bein' 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

God I'm proud of what I am
My poems I spit, the Plug too tight
Please oh please let Plug Two be
Himself not what you read or write

Right is wrong when hype is written
On the De La soul that is
Style is surely our own thing
Not to force a style of showbiz
De La Soul is from the soul
And is backed by Chet Taylor

Strictly from the band called funk
And 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 cunts and tea and kooky eyes
People think they diss my person
By stating I'm darkly black
I know this so I point
Adjective he says black is black
Mirror mirror on the wall

Shuffle chestnuts in my path
Keep all nuts with nuts
So I don't get in an aftermath
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