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