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 Halleluh  

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 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  

Contestant number four, do you have the answers?  

Uhh…I saw, at the tip of my tongue...