Karaoké Me Myself and I De La Soul

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 sit and try 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

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 pushin' that we've formed an image, 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

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

On yeah

Glory, glory hallelu

Glory for Plugs One and Two

But that glory's been denied by kizids and dookie eyes

People think they diss my person by statin' I'm darkly pack

I know this so I point at Q-Tip and he states

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

'Cos 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